In the car, Jiang Xi kicked out as if in a reflex and sat up straight in an instant. Light and shadows shifted before her eyes, and she couldn't tell whether she was in reality or in a dream.
"Having a nightmare?"
A familiar, deep voice came from beside her, and Jiang Xi turned her head abruptly to look.
Rong Nian sat quietly beside her, without a beard, without an eye patch, but his handsome features were identical to the man called Chi Xie in her dreams.
Her heart started to pound.
"You..."
Her throat was very dry, and as soon as she spoke, she started coughing violently. Rong Nian handed her an opened bottle of mineral water.
"The air conditioning in the car is quite strong, drink some water to moisten your throat."
Jiang Xi glanced at him and took a few sips of water, finally suppressing the urge to cough.
Leaning back in her seat, she realized that Rong Nian was sitting very close to her, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood emanating from him.