Xianhai Tower.
Ye Qianning yawned and walked upstairs. She had barely slept since the birthday party. She had rarely felt this tired in many years.
I don’t know if Dundun and Pangpang are too noisy in the space, or what.
A few flights up the stairs, Ye Qianning yawned five or six times and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, a thick soothing scent passed into the tip of his nose.
After yawning, he closed his mouth and saw someone lying on the couch.
It was almost dark outside at this time, and the room was a little dim. The smell coming from the tip of her nose allowed her to identify who it was.
Sang Zhi, he has a faint scent of An Shen'e.
Ye Qianning was already a little sleepy, and her eyes were even more sore when she smelled the soothing incense. She rubbed her eyes and walked over. She didn't know how Sang Zhi could sleep in her room.
Sang Zhi was lying sideways on the soft couch, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he wasn't sleeping very soundly.
I burned so much soothing incense, but my sleep was still so restless.
Ye Qianning walked to the side and bent down slightly. I have to say that Sang Zhi's appearance is really good-looking. Just one side view is so handsome that it is shocking.
Fair skin, straight nose, perfect.
Seeing his frown, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to smooth it gently. For just a moment, her brows furrowed tightly, and there seemed to be a trace of sweat gathering on her forehead.
"Did you have a nightmare?" She murmured in a low voice, just about to get up and replace the An Shenxiang.
A pair of cold hands held her hand before she could take it back from his brow.
"Don't... take her away, please..."
The murmuring voice came, and the already fair face became even paler, and even the lips turned pale and bloodless in an instant.
The hands holding her were cold and bone-chilling...
"Please...don't...I'll kill you...kill you..."
Ye Qianning felt that the hand holding her was getting tighter and tighter, and Sang Zhi's face gradually condensed with ferocity, and his breath came out in an instant.
This breath was depressing and desperate, as if I had fallen into hell and was trying to climb up.
She knows this kind of aura very well. It is not a desperate situation or death, and such a breath cannot be erupted.
"Sang Zhi." Ye Qianning called softly.
"Escape...go...I...kill..." Sang Zhi murmured, his whole body trembling.
"Sang Zhi."
Ye Qianning stretched out her other hand and shook him slightly.
Sang Zhi seemed to be in a nightmare, and the dark abyss was swallowing him. He wanted to climb up, and many people's faces appeared above him. Those faces were all the faces imprinted in his bones.
It's Princess Dongsi, Emperor Beili, Concubine Yuan Gui... It's Yuan Yintang, it's all the faces he has seen in Sifang Mountain.
They are laughing ferociously...
One by one, they told him that they couldn't save her...she was dead...
The next second, he saw the bloody corpse...
Don't hurt her...Give her back to me...Give her back to me...
No……
Sang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, which were deadly and scarlet, and his breathing became rapid.
A blurry figure was reflected in the scarlet eyes, and the figure gradually became clearer. The murderous aura disappeared in an instant, and he noticed the slightest warmth coming from his palm.
It was a gentle internal force, which was transmitted from the palm of his hand, making his cold hands a little warmer.
Sang Zhi raised his other hand to hold his forehead and then his eyes, as if trying to cover up the murderous intent in his eyes. His voice was a little hoarse: "I dreamed of some terrible things."
"I know." Ye Qianning's voice was very soft.
"I...I dreamed about those faces." They couldn't get rid of them, appearing in his dreams every day...
