Xianhai Tower.
Ye Qianning yawned as she walked upstairs. She had hardly slept since the birthday party, and she had rarely felt this tired in many years.
I don’t know if it’s because Dun Dun and Pang Pang were too noisy in the space, or what.
Ye Qianning yawned five or six times after walking up several flights of stairs. He reached the door and just as he pushed it open, a strong soothing smell came into his nose.
He paused in his yawning, closed his mouth, and saw a person lying on the couch.
It was almost dark outside and the room was a little dim. The smell coming from her nose allowed her to identify who it was.
Sang Zhi, he had a faint soothing scent on his body.
Ye Qianning was already feeling a little sleepy, and the smell of the calming incense made her eyes even more sore. She rubbed her eyes and walked over, wondering why Sang Zhi was sleeping in her room.
Sang Zhi was lying on the soft couch, his body sideways, his brows slightly furrowed, and he seemed not to be sleeping soundly.
I lit so many calming incense sticks, but I still couldn't sleep well.
Ye Qianning walked to the side and bent down slightly. He had to say that Sang Zhi was really handsome. Just a side view of him was so handsome that it was shocking.
Fair skin, straight nose, perfect.
Seeing him frown, she couldn't help but reach out and gently smooth his brows. But in just a moment, there was a tight wrinkle between his brows, and beads of sweat seemed to gather on his forehead.
"Did you have a nightmare?" She murmured softly and was about to get up to replace the calming incense.
A pair of cold hands grasped her hand before she could withdraw it from his brow.
"Don't... take her away, please..."
A murmuring sound was heard, and the already fair face became even paler, and even the lips turned pale and bloodless in an instant.
The hands holding hers were icy cold...
"Please...don't...I'll kill you...kill you..."
Ye Qianning felt the hand holding her getting tighter and tighter, and a ferocious look gradually gathered on Sang Zhi's face, and his breath was released in an instant.
The atmosphere was oppressive and desperate, as if one had fallen into hell and was struggling to climb out.
She knew this kind of aura too well. Unless it was a desperate situation or death, such a aura could not be released.
"Sang Zhi." Ye Qianning called softly.
"Run... away... I... will kill..." Sang Zhi murmured, his whole body trembling.
"Sang Zhi."
Ye Qianning stretched out his other hand and shook him slightly.
Sang Zhi seemed to be in a nightmare, the dark abyss swallowed him. He wanted to climb up, but many faces appeared above him. Those faces were the appearances imprinted in his bones.
It was Princess Dongyi, Emperor Beili, Concubine Yuan... it was Yuan Yintang, and all the faces he had seen in Sifang Mountain.
They are laughing grimly...
They told him one by one that they couldn't save her...she was dead...
The next second, he saw a bloody corpse...
Don't hurt her...give her back to me...give her back to me...
No……
Sang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and murderous, and his breathing became rapid.
A blurry figure appeared in the scarlet eyes, and the figure gradually became clear. The murderous aura disappeared in an instant, and he felt a slight warmth coming from his palm.
It was a gentle internal force that was transmitted from his palms, warming his cold hands a little.
Sang Zhi raised his other hand to support his forehead and then his eyes, as if trying to hide the murderous intent in his eyes. His voice was a little hoarse: "I dreamed of something terrible."
"I know." Ye Qianning said in a soft voice.
"I... I dreamed of those faces." They lingered, appearing in his dreams day after day...
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