For several consecutive days, Shangguan Qing followed Cheng Ji back to Cheng's house.

Cheng Ji said Shangguan Qing had nightmares every night.

Just look, in the dead of night, Shangguan Qing's brows were tightly furrowed again, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She curled up in the quilt, her hands clenched into fists, as if she was trying her best to fight against some invisible fear.

The moonlight outside the window was dim, and the occasional chirping of night birds added a bit of desolation.

Cheng Ji approached her quietly, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and comforted her softly, trying to wake her gently from the abyss of the nightmare.

Cheng Ji found that Shangguan Qing was soaked in cold sweat, and even his hair was stuck to his cheeks.

He frowned distressedly, gently shook her shoulders, and called out softly but firmly: "Qing'er, wake up, it was just a dream."

Shangguan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, like a frightened deer, his breathing was rapid and disordered.

Her pupils appeared particularly bright in the dim room, and she looked around as if looking for the unknown source of fear.

Cheng Ji held her hand tightly, held her in his arms, and used his body temperature and words to build a solid barrier, trying to dispel the haze in her heart.

Cheng Ji caressed Shangguan Qing's back lovingly and asked gently, "Qing'er, what did you dream about? Tell me, maybe it will be better if you say it out loud."

Shangguan Qing's eyes were empty and confused.

She shook her head and said in a thin voice: "I don't remember. I forgot everything as soon as I woke up. I just felt panic in my heart, as if something terrible was chasing me."

As she spoke, her eyes began to wander again, as if the invisible fear was lurking in a corner of the room, ready to pounce and devour her at any time.

Cheng Ji's heart tightened and he hugged her even tighter, trying to use his arms to build an iron wall for her to isolate her from all fear and anxiety.

Shangguan Qing's eyes gradually focused, and she tilted her head slightly, as if trying to find a hint of comfort or an answer from Cheng Ji's expression.

"Cheng Ji, did I...did I talk in my sleep just now?"

There was a hint of uncertainty and trepidation in her voice.

Cheng Ji shook his head gently, his eyes full of tenderness and heartache: "No, you just kept frowning when you were dreaming, as if you were pressed by something heavy, and it hurt me just looking at you."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and gently smoothed Shangguan Qing's slightly furrowed brows. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the nightmare that was still in her heart.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice and falls on them, adding a touch of gentleness and mystery to the quiet night.

Shangguan Qing's eyes gradually became empty, as if he had penetrated the darkness before his eyes and was looking into the distant and vague past.

Her thoughts surged in her mind, and those forgotten fragments were like broken lenses, occasionally reflecting hazy images under the moonlight.

She seemed to see herself standing in a hazy fog, surrounded by unclear figures and whispers, and the air was filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere.

Those scenes flashed by like a fast-forwarded movie, yet made her feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity and fear.

Her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became rapid, as if those dusty memories were gradually awakening, trying to break through the shackles in her heart with an indescribable power.

Cheng Ji noticed that Shangguan Qing's emotions were gradually calming down, but the doubts in his heart were growing stronger.

He slowly opened his collar, revealing the strange red spider lily pattern on his chest.

Under the dim moonlight, the pattern seemed to emit a faint glow. The petals, which originally only showed a corner, had now spread out and occupied a quarter of the chest.

The edges of the petals are as if outlined with ink, clear and deep, while the center is a deep black that seems to swallow all light.

Around the pattern, a faint fluorescence seems to flow on the skin, forming a sharp contrast with the dim environment, like a mysterious painting quietly unfolding in the quiet night.

Shangguan Qing's gaze suddenly fell on the red spider lily pattern on Cheng Ji's chest. She sat up straight abruptly, with a flash of shock and uneasiness in her eyes.

"Cheng Ji, could this be the reason why I have so many dreams?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingers gently touched the strange pattern, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Cheng Ji's body shook, and he looked down at the pattern on his chest. It seemed to become brighter under Shangguan Qing's touch, and the petals swayed gently, as if coming alive.

The faint light was reflected in Shangguan Qing's eyes, and her memory seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

Blurred yet familiar scenes flashed through my mind. Those scenes were like broken dreams, gradually pieced together into a complete picture under the moonlight.

Shangguan Qing's eyes were fixed on the pattern of the red spider lily on Cheng Ji's chest. Her fingers gently stroked the strange petals, and her eyes flashed with complex light.

"Cheng Ji, this pattern... is it very important to me?"

Her voice was low and trembling, as if she was exploring a deeply buried secret.

Her eyes were full of anticipation and anxiety, as if she was waiting for Cheng Ji to give her an answer.

"Do you... believe in past lives?"

She suddenly asked, with a hint of confusion and inquiry in her eyes.

Under the moonlight, her face looked exceptionally soft and the twinkling light in her eyes was like the brightest stars in the night sky, making people want to explore the depths of the universe.

Cheng Ji shook his head gently. The moonlight cast a faint shadow on his resolute face. His eyes were deep and calm.

“I have never believed in ghosts and gods. Maybe they exist, but they are too far away and vague.

I prefer to believe that everything we experience, whether it is joy or pain, is a part of life and is real and can be held in our hands.

Just like this red spider lily, it may carry some unknown power, but more importantly, it allowed me to meet you and to be here to protect you. "

As he spoke, he gently held Shangguan Qing's hand, and their eyes met in the moonlight, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

Shangguan Qing's eyes drifted into the distance, and the moonlight cast a silver glow on her face.

She whispered, “Cheng Ji, I lost a memory before and I never remembered it.

But every time I see the red spider lily on your chest, I feel that memory is very close to me, very close... I seem to see myself running in the dark, surrounded by endless darkness, with only a faint light, like... like this red spider lily of yours, guiding me.

Every time I touch it, the blurry images become clearer, but every time I am about to grasp that memory, it suddenly disappears, like dust blown away by the wind. "

As she spoke, her fingers gently stroked the petals, and a hint of confusion and desire flashed in her eyes.