Mu Chenxi was once again jolted awake from a dream.
She opened her eyes and immediately turned to her side. There was no one there.
Reaching out with her hand, her palm felt cool, as if no one had ever lain beside her.
Was it another dream?
A sense of panic gripped her heart; she lost her composure, unable to think properly.
She quickly threw back the covers and got out of bed, stumbling barefoot as she rushed outside.
Just as she reached the bedroom door, it opened from the outside.
Fu Yanshen appeared before her eyes.
Seeing him, Mu Chenxi's eyes suddenly reddened. "Ah Yan!"
Without thinking, she threw herself directly at him.
Even though it had been a long time since she had last flung herself into Fu Yanshen's arms like this, the muscle memory was ingrained in her bones.
As soon as he saw Mu Chenxi rushing towards him, Fu Yanshen instinctively extended his arms, one hand supporting her waist and the other under her buttocks, steadying her as he caught her.