It was almost midnight when Shen Yi felt a tight grip on his hand. Being a light sleeper, his eyes flew open, and his first action was to glance around Jiang Qi. He quickly reached for the small lamp on the bedside table and lit it up. The dim light spread softly across the room, chasing away the shadows. His eyes fell on Jiang Qi, who was lying beside him, eyes open and face troubled.
"What's wrong, Jiang..." Shen Yi asked, his voice already heavy with worry. But midway, he stopped. His gaze dropped to his arm, where Jiang Qi was gripping him tightly. Surprise flickered in his eyes for a brief second, but it vanished quickly, replaced by deeper worry when Jiang Qi squeezed harder.
"Tell me, I'm listening. What is it you want?" Shen Yi asked again, leaning closer, trying to catch any small sign.
But Jiang Qi could not speak. His lips moved faintly, but no sound came out. Shen Yi's chest tightened as he watched, helpless.
