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.
Several flights up the stairs, Ye Qianning yawned five or six times, walked to the door, and as soon as he opened the door, a thick soothing scent passed into the tip of his nose.
He yawned for a moment, closed his mouth, and at a glance 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 Anshen'e.
Ye Qianning was already a little sleepy, and her eyes became sore when she smelled the soothing incense. She rubbed her eyes and walked over, wondering 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.
The hands holding her were cold and bone-chilling...
This breath was depressing and desperate, as if I had fallen into hell and was trying to climb up.
Don't hurt her...Give her back to me...Give her back to me...
Sang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, which were deadly and scarlet, and his breathing became rapid.
They are laughing ferociously...
"Please...don't...I'll kill you...kill you..."
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.
"Did you have a nightmare?" She murmured in a low voice, just about to get up and replace the Anshenxiang.
A pair of cold hands held her hand before she could take it back from his brow.
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.
"Sang Zhi." Ye Qianning called softly.
Fair skin, straight nose, perfect.
"Sang Zhi."
It was Princess Dongsi, Emperor Beili, Concubine Yuan Guifei... It was Yuan Yintang, it was all the faces he had seen in Sifang Mountain.
One by one, they told him that they couldn't save her...she was dead...
"Don't... take her away, please..."
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.
The next second, he saw the bloody corpse...
As the murmuring voice came, the already fair face became even paler, and even the lips instantly became pale and bloodless.
She knew this kind of aura very well. It was not a desperate situation or death, and she could not emit such aura.
Ye Qianning felt that the hand holding her was getting tighter and tighter, and Sang Zhi's face gradually became ferocious, and his aura suddenly emerged.
No……
Ye Qianning stretched out her other hand and shook him slightly.
"Escape...go...I...kill..." Sang Zhi murmured, his whole body trembling.
A blurry figure was reflected in the scarlet eyes, and the figure gradually became clearer. The murderous aura disappeared in an instant, and he felt a slight warmth coming from his palm.
It was a gentle internal force, which was transmitted from the palm of his hand, making his cold hands warm a little.
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...
