Li Xueyue woke up disgruntled and confused. She had a strange nightmare yesterday. It shifted from the Bai Family to a blurry figure of a man approaching her.
The man held a sword and had pierced it right through her family. It was such a bizarre feeling that she couldn't describe. Li Xueyue was horrified at the brutal murder that took place, yet oddly felt a sense of relief. It was hard to pinpoint her exact emotions.
Sighing to herself, Li Xueyue attempted to push the hair that stuck on her face. But there was an unusual pressure holding down her other hand.
Li Xueyue immediately sat upright, realizing she was lying down. Pale-faced, she shifted her head and saw exactly what held down her arm. Yu Zhen had fallen asleep while holding her hand. He was in a seated position with half of his body on the bed, and his legs resting on a chair.
Li Xueyue pressed her lips together.
