After all, her dreams had a record of coming true.
To say she was scared wouldn't be a lie.
Qiao Jun sat up beside her, watching her with furrowed brows.
"Holea? What happened? You were shaking just now."
She turned her gaze toward him, scanning his face for any hint of deception.
But here he was—real, solid, concerned. Not cold. Not distant. Not breaking her heart.
Not yet.
"It was just a dream," she muttered, voice strained. "A stupid dream."
Qiao Jun reached for her hand, but she instinctively pulled away.
The hesitation in his eyes was fleeting, but she caught it. He didn't push her.
"It didn't look like just a dream," he said slowly. "You looked… afraid."
Yu Holea forced a breath through her nose and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm fine. It doesn't matter."
But it did.
Because if her dreams were any indication, the future had just shown her something inevitable.
