Su Qinglan slept for a very long time, so long that even inside her dream she could feel her body heavy with pregnancy and her mind slowly relaxing.
When she finally felt refreshed, she tried to move a little, and her eyelids trembled as she tried to open them. The world looked dim at first, as if she was seeing through fog, so she closed her eyes again before slowly opening them fully.
A strong arm was wrapped around her waist, and her cheek was pressed against a solid chest that radiated deep coldness. She blinked once, confused, because the entire area around her looked dark, and she could hear the pitter-patter sound of rain pounding outside. It felt like night, but she wasn't sure. Her mind was still foggy.
Why is it so dark? How long did I sleep? What happened?
She tried to remember, but the last thing she recalled was crying in the storm, shouting Xuan Long's name, and then nothing. Her memory was blank after that.
