"Boom——"
At midnight, a sudden thunder resounded outside.
Gu Chaohan, a light sleeper, instinctively opened his eyes at the moment the thunder sounded.
He rubbed his temples with both hands, feeling a chaotic mix of memories entangled in his mind, causing a splitting headache.
After a long time, he finally came back to his senses.
Turning his head, his gaze fell on the woman sleeping soundly beside him, and only then did he belatedly realize that he had been dreaming.
Dreaming of their past, that period that was the most unbearable to look back on in his life.
Su Yan did not wake up; in her sleep, she snuggled into his arms, murmuring, "Cold..."
Gu Chaohan pulled the quilt over to her side and then reached out to hold her tightly.
...
The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Su Yan rubbed her sore eyes, and after waking up, she got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.
