"Yangyang, Lin Chaoyang, don't go... Yangyang—"
With a startled cry, Tian Xin woke up from her dream and sat up abruptly in bed.
"Yangyang..." she murmured, her eyes still unfocused.
A minute passed before she regained her senses.
Red wedding quilt, red curtains, red wedding symbols.
Yes, still in the Ancient City, still in the new room, the calendar on the bedside shows June 2008.
She calmed herself and turned to look at Lin Zhou.
He was still asleep, his face uncreased, unchanged by age, his breathing shallow like a baby's.
"Honey—" she couldn't help but call out.
Lin Zhou didn't move or respond.
Feeling a bit dazed, she called again: "Honey—"
Lin Zhou remained deeply asleep, not even turning over.
Strange, it was almost 9 o'clock. According to his usual routine, he should have been awake by now. Why is he sleeping so deeply today?
She couldn't help but feel anxious and shook Lin Zhou's arm: "Honey, it's time to get up. We have to go to my parents' place today."
"..."
