Recently, Wen Xiangyang had not experienced anything similar to sleep paralysis again, which left her quite puzzled. She even speculated that someone might have really broken into her room while she was asleep before.
But if that was really the case, how could she possibly not know? How could she not feel anything at all? She wasn't a pig; no matter how exhausted she was, it was impossible to sleep so deeply.
The more Wen Xiangyang thought about it, the more she felt it was unreal.
Eventually, it gave her a headache.
She couldn't think about it anymore.
Wen Xiangyang didn't know what was wrong with her. Maybe her head still had some sequelae, like right now, whenever she thought a little more, her head would throb as if it were splitting.
Wen Xiangyang calmed herself down, stopped thinking about those things, and lay in bed, forcing herself to sleep.