Her head was splitting.
"Ugh!"
With a soft groan, Sang Luo's eyes flew open. She gasped for breath, her gaze lost on the ceiling above. A metallic, sweet taste filled her throat. "Cough, cough..."
Traveling back through time so many times had taken a heavy toll on her body.
"Luo'er!"
Fei Yuan, who had been in his study reviewing memorials, heard the stirring from the inner bedchamber. He shot to his feet, strode over, and swept aside the curtain. He pulled her into his arms, inhaling her scent deeply, soothing the anxiety that had plagued him for so long.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
But it was Sang Luo who felt more as if she were in a dream.
She stared blankly at the decor of the Phoenix Palace. Wrapping her arms around Fei Yuan's waist, she buried her face in his chest. "...I'm not dreaming, am I?"
