She wanted to call out to Xiao Moli, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't make a sound.
Even her eyes felt as though a heavy mountain was pressing down, unable to open.
A cool breath wafted into her nose, and An Ziqi gradually regained her sense and strength.
She opened her eyes and abruptly sat up from the bed.
She looked down at her hands and clenched them slightly.
Everything was normal, normal to the point that it seemed everything just then was a mere illusion.
Thinking of that cool breath, An Ziqi turned and looked around, revealing something embroidered with delicate patterns beside the pillow.
An Ziqi reached out to take it; it was the sachet that Hai Tang had given her before.
She placed it under her nose and sniffed, a cool breath faintly spread out from the sachet.
Her mind instantly felt much clearer.
Could it really be that she was just too tired?
