In the master bedroom.
The mother and child had already fallen into a deep sleep.
When Yan Ye placed his hand on the metal doorknob, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Was Lian Xinying really asleep?
Was it possible, in the moment he pushed open the door, they would lock eyes?
Thinking this, a burning emotion surged violently within him.
Accompanying his heartbeat, it went wild.
Inside the room.
Lian Xinying was having a nightmare.
A nightmare about Yan Ye.
Perhaps because Yan Ye was about to return.
She dreamed that after Yan Ye saw her, he treated her coldly, like a stranger.
For her, this was more terrifying than dreaming of death.
Suddenly, the door cracked open, quickly opening halfway.
Only a layer of curtain-like sheer was drawn, so the room was quite bright.
The mother and son on the large bed were clearly visible.
Xiaocheng was nestled next to Lian Xinying, sound asleep.
Whereas Lian Xinying's sleeping face... seemed somewhat troubled.
