For two straight days, Xin Huohuo woke from nightmares.
Her job required her to sleep during the day. But she was still having nightmares, and frankly, she was over it.
In her dream, she was encased in a large, black, sticky cocoon, unable to breathe. Upon waking, she would compulsively check her body in the bathroom mirror before letting out a long sigh of relief.
Her body was pristine, without a single scar, save for the birthmark on her right shoulder blade. That meant Bei Mingyuan's spell had been thorough, leaving no side effects. Still, thinking back on it, it almost felt like he had been taking liberties with her.
At the time, her only concern was saving her own skin, so she hadn't paid attention to such trivial details. Thinking about it now, it felt a bit awkward. And if she let her mind linger on it, her heart would clench.
