The spacious room, beige curtains, gentle light.
Such an environment was very suitable for resting.
On that king-size bed, all the bedding was handmade.
A petite person was curled up, sleeping in an extremely defensive posture.
Sunshine streamed in from the window, twinkling beautifully here and there.
Suddenly, the person on the bed seemed to be having a nightmare, constantly turning over, with large beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead, quickly dampening the thin pajamas she was wearing.
"Ah!"
Gu Yi'an suddenly sat up, gasping for breath, as if she had just been underwater for several minutes and almost suffocated, suddenly resurfacing.
She panted heavily, her face pale, and her eyes still showing lingering fear.
After about a few minutes, she slowly stretched out her hand, pressed it against her heart, and then turned to look around.
There was a moment of confusion, but quickly, her memory returned.
