Constant dreaming naturally leads to restless sleep.
Jiangli even felt that she hadn't been in a good mental state these past few days.
But, it seemed that every night, someone was accompanying her.
Thinking of this, Jiangli couldn't help but open her eyes to look at Fu Shiyan. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but in the end, she didn't say it out loud.
She really wanted to ask Fu Shiyan if he had appeared in the haziness of her dreams.
But now was not the time to ask these things.
Seeing her discomfort, Fu Shiyan held her hand, gently rubbing her wrist.
His fingertips were cold to the touch; to others, it might feel chilly, but to Jiangli, it was just right, and it calmed the impatience in her heart.
After a while, it was time to depart.
Jiangli and the others gathered at the hotel entrance, boarded the bus, and saw Yu Misheng and the others again.
