"Alang, Alang." Fang Biying patted Alang's shoulder gently and kept calling him.
Alang frowned slightly and tried hard to open his eyes, but for some reason he felt as if his body was filled with lead, extremely heavy, and he couldn't open his eyes.
"Alang, Alang, wake up, wake up." Fang Biying patted his shoulders harder and her voice rose slightly.
Finally, Alang suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered with sweat.
"Alang, are you okay?" Fang Biying asked while wiping the sweat off his face.
Ah Lang looked dazed. He glanced at Fang Biying and swallowed. "What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?"
"It's time for dinner. I specially made some rice porridge for you. Drink it while it's hot!" As she spoke, Fang Biying handed her the rice porridge.
"Biying, put it down first. I can't eat now." Alang responded.
At this moment, he felt that his body had not fully rested and was exhausted.
Fang Biying put down the rice porridge and sat beside him. Her soft palm rested on his hand, which was damp from sweat. "Ah Lang, what's wrong with you? You've been sleeping so soundly lately that it takes a lot of effort for me to wake you up."
Ah Lang frowned slightly and shook his head gently. "I don't know either. I feel like I've been dreaming a lot lately, but every time I wake up, I have no recollection of what I dreamed about. Every time you call me, I'm conscious and want to open my eyes, but for some reason, my eyelids feel like they're filled with lead. They're extremely heavy and difficult to open."
Fang Biying subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead: "Alang, are you sick?"
Ah Lang looked at her with a somewhat exhausted look. Anyway, he felt strange. He seemed to have been dreaming about someone frequently recently. He met that person in his dreams, and every separation was extremely painful. But when he really woke up, he could not remember anything. No matter how hard he racked his brains to think about it, there was no result. Sometimes, he even had a headache because of excessive reminiscing.
"Alang, what's wrong with you?" Fang Biying asked.
Ah Lang sighed softly. He didn't know how to tell Biying, nor did he know how to explain it clearly.
"It's okay, you're probably just too tired. You'll be fine after a rest." Alang patted her hand and responded with a smile.
"Alang, can I go out for a walk with you?" Fang Biying said. She didn't want Alang to sleep anymore, because every time he woke up after sleeping, he looked weird, and it was especially difficult to wake him up. She didn't know what Alang encountered or what happened in his dream. In short, she had a bad premonition, especially after the person who claimed to be his wife appeared, her heart became even more panicked, but she couldn't explain where this panic came from.
"Okay, I'll drink the rice porridge first, and then we'll go out for a walk together." Alang looked at Biying's expectant eyes and couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded in response.
Biying raised the corners of her mouth slightly, handed him the rice porridge, then held his arm tightly, and the two of them walked out of the room looking very affectionate.
"Liu Si, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and get back to work!" Seeing Liu Si standing still, Fang, the head of the household, called out, then followed his gaze and said, "A Lang, are you awake?"
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