An anxious shout pierces through all nightmare and heart barriers, reaching right to Yan Tingfeng's ears.
In his blurred vision, there is an utterly familiar face, a face he has seen many times in his dreams.
Whenever his dream is covered in a blood-red haze, the owner of this face always breaks through it, bringing light.
He has always been someone who lives in the shadows, respected by all, yet feared by all.
He thought he would utterly despise daylight, but he never expected that his subconscious would crave light and warmth.
"Tingting, look at me, look at me!" Ye Wanlan cradled his face, her voice stern, "Don't close your eyes, don't sleep!"
"Xiao Wan..." Yan Tingfeng murmured almost like a dream, softly brushing his cheek against the palm of her hand, repeating her words, "I won't close my eyes, I won't sleep."
But he truly had no strength left, only able to barely keep his eyes half open.
He could see her anxious gaze and her angry expression.
