"It's all in the past now. Dreams are always the opposite of reality," Ye Qianning said. She guessed that Four-direction Mountain had left a deep shadow over him. The horrors of childhood, if not overcome, would occupy the softest part of one's heart. They would quietly surface in the dead of night... She had experienced it too. It was a terrible memory.
Sang Zhi did not answer. He covered his eyes with one large hand, while the other tightly gripped her small hand.
"Don't use calming incense anymore." Prolonged use of this kind of aromatherapy might feel relaxing at first, but over time, it could easily cause hallucinations during sleep.
Sang Zhi lowered his hand and sat up on the soft couch, his red eyes staring at her.
Seeing that he had recovered, Ye Qianning withdrew her Inner Strength. "Why were you sleeping here?"
"I came looking for you, but you weren't here." Sang Zhi paused before asking, "Are you very busy?"
