This room was a suite, so Shen Li went through the living room and turned left to the bedroom.
The door to the room was not locked.
She pushed the door open slightly and found that the bedroom was dark.
As the faint light flowed through the gap, a figure could be vaguely seen on the bed.
Lu Huaiyu was lying on his side. From this angle, all she could see was his slightly messy black hair.
Shen Li slowed her footsteps and walked forward to the side of the bed.
Standing close to him, she could see his brows tightly knitted under the cover of his dark hair.
This was an expression that Shen Li rarely saw on his face.
It seemed like he was enduring some kind of struggle as he experienced some kind of indescribable pain.
He seemed to have fallen into some kind of a nightmare and was not sleeping well.
Shen Li suddenly felt something pinch her heart and it began to ache.
She did not know what he was dreaming about...
