Xu Su had been asleep for a very long time. Everything around her was dark, and she felt exhausted.
Her limbs felt bound; she couldn't even wiggle a finger. Her eyelids were so heavy she couldn't open them.
It felt just like sleep paralysis.
She was reminded of her childhood, staying with her grandmother in the countryside and hearing all sorts of stories about sleep paralysis.
A sudden horror seized her, and she forced her eyes open with every ounce of strength she had.
The first thing she saw was a man's face—unshaven and scruffy, with graying hair at his temples. He looked vaguely familiar.
The moment their gazes locked, neither of them said a word.
After a few seconds of silence, Xu Su blinked and asked quizzically, "Zhou Mochen? Why do you look so old?"
The words had barely left her lips when the man's dazed expression shattered. He had been leaning over the bed to look at her, but now he lunged forward, pressing Xu Su down into the mattress and holding her tight.
