Jianyu gasped awake, chest heaving like he had just been yanked out of deep water. His mind was still trapped in the echoes of a nightmare, his heart pounding against his ribs. Everything felt disorienting—too real, too bright, too warm.
And then he saw him.
Zhenfeng.
Sitting right in front of him, casually pressing a cool compress to his forehead like this was just another Tuesday. His expression was focused, his lips pursed slightly as he adjusted the damp cloth against Jianyu's burning skin. He looked so… normal. So alive.
Jianyu's throat tightened. "Zhenfeng…"
At the sound of his name, Zhenfeng blinked, then let out a breath like he'd been holding it for too long. "Oh, thank god. Thought you were gonna ghost me forever."