Wen Wanzi slumped against the soft headboard, drained of strength.
Thankfully, it was just a dream.
"I'm fine."
As soon as she spoke, Wen Wanzi startled herself.
Her voice was so hoarse that she didn't quite sound "fine."
The man outside the door sounded slightly anxious.
"Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, I'm right next door."
Wen Wanzi froze.
Next door wasn't that cramped maid's room, was it…
Her heart softened, and she murmured softly, "The door's unlocked."
Bao Yancheng, as if granted amnesty, pushed the door open and entered.
When Wen Wanzi saw the man walk in, his figure overlapped with the one from her dream, and she finally felt at ease; her drumbeat-like heart gradually calmed.
Bao Yancheng didn't say much, carefully seated himself at the bedside, and reached out to place his hand on Wen Wanzi's forehead.
"It's fine, no fever. Stay covered; I'll go fetch some hot water."
Wen Wanzi cradled the warm mug, her eyes lifting to meet his.