"Ah!"
"Yaoyao, Yaoyao? Wake up."
Song Yaoyao suddenly woke up. There was still fear in her eyes.
Her fingers were gripping the bedsheet so tightly that her expression changed. Her fingertips were so white that there was not a trace of blood.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
There were no incense candles, no altar, no ferocious stone statues, and no bloody smell that came from God knows where...
She lay on the comfortable bed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a worried face staring at her.
The fragrance from the man was reassuring.
Song Yaoyao suddenly sat up and pounced into Huo Yunque's arms.
She took a deep breath, and then she felt alive.
"Wh-What happened to me?"
