The whole patch of redness dissipated.
And a beam gradually illuminated the darkness.
…
When Mo Yesi opened his eyes, he was greeted with Qiao Mianmian's worried expression.
"You're up." Qiao Mianmian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Her brows were knitted together tensely. "What were you dreaming of? I had to call you several times to wake you up."
She placed a hand on her chest. "You scared me."
She'd really been startled.
She'd gotten up to drink some water, but when she turned on the bedside lamp, she realized that Mo Yesi was sweating and that he seemed to be in agony.
Guessing that he was having a nightmare, she tried to call him up.
But he didn't respond even after a few calls.
Thankfully, he got up eventually.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to react.
