Mu Anhan was in a deep sleep, inexplicably dreaming of her past life again.
She lay helpless and alone on the cold ground, while Zhou Jingyi's gentlemanly face twisted into a smile.
"Husband..."
"Husband, save me..."
Mu Anhan felt pinned to the frigid underworld, unable to rise. She tried her best to speak but couldn't make a sound.
When she awoke from the nightmare, she found herself in the lounge of the Emperor Building.
She raised her eyes to see the familiar room and environment.
Yet, for some reason, the chilling air still hadn't dissipated in the heat of midsummer.
She was still afraid!
She jumped out of bed, opened the door, and ran madly outside, directly into Gu Xiaozhan's arms.
"Husband, hold me... just hold me..."
Only his embrace could provide her with a harbor she could lean on now.
Only he could make her feel at ease.
