Lan Garden.
The moonlight filtered through the window lattice, and everything was silent and still.
Breaths entwined, Wei Zhao held the person and lay down to sleep.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Yu Tingwan sleepily gave Wei Zhao a push, asking for water.
The girl was evidently exhausted, leaning into Wei Zhao's embrace, sipping the water he brought to her lips.
Feeling that Wei Zhao was feeding her too slowly, she raised her hand to hold the cup herself. But she drank too quickly, unable to swallow in time. Much of it spilled out.
Perhaps it was from calling out too much earlier, her voice was hoarse.
Or maybe she was too dehydrated~
Wei Zhao had to pour water three times before she was finally satisfied.
Perhaps still entangled in her dream, she clung to Wei Zhao's neck, murmuring softly.
"I dreamed again... dream..."
Wei Zhao frowned, "A nightmare?"
"I dreamed of the young master."
