When Gong Yan was bound hand and foot, Lin Zhiyi finally dared to confirm that she was truly safe.
By this time, she was already drenched in cold sweat, her body limp.
As she collapsed, a pair of hands caught her, lifting her in a cradle carry and heading towards the door.
A scene identical to one from her past life.
The only difference was that this time, they were both unharmed.
Lin Zhiyi always feared that it was all a dream. She lifted her hand and touched the man's face.
His beard was scraggly.
"It's prickly."
"I'll shave it later," Gong Chen's tone had clearly relaxed a bit.
"Gong Chen."
Lin Zhiyi caressed his brows and eyes, calling out softly.
Hearing this, he paused his steps.
"Mhm."
With his response, Lin Zhiyi instantly relaxed, sinking into darkness.
When she slept, it was as if the sky darkened and the earth dimmed.
In her dreams, she retrieved the memories that had been sealed away.
It felt as if the whole world had turned upside down.