With countless thoughts weighing on her mind, Jiangg Ning would drift off to sleep only to wake up again shortly after.
Every time she woke, she could hear Chen Yuan breathing beside her.
Lying on her side, she would slowly open her eyes. As she listened to his breathing, she would peer through a gap in the curtains at the night outside. Beneath the heavy blackout drapes, a sheer inner curtain made the world beyond look hazy and indistinct.
A sudden panic would seize her, and she would subconsciously clutch his hand. Then, just as suddenly, a wave of loss would wash over her, as if a tender piece of her heart had been carved away.
Listening to the soft whir of the suite's central air, she snuggled deeper into Chen Yuan's embrace and slowly closed her eyes again.
Jiangg Ning woke three or four times that night, her sleep fitful and uneasy.
The moment she closed her eyes, strange dreams would come, seeming to portend a turbulent future and startling her awake.
