Leng Yan put down the water and leaned over to gently hold her hand: "Ji Wei, wake up, did you have a nightmare?"
Her palms were also full of sweat, and Leng Yan frowned slightly.
"No!" Her body trembled, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and when her hand was held, she felt a little more at ease: "Save me..."
She spoke softly, her lips still trembling.
In the dream, two men walked towards her, both with lewd... vicious smiles.
One face was the man from three years ago, and the other was Zhou Boliang...
She dodged, begging them to let her go. But they kept getting closer, as if the next moment they would devour her completely.
She was terrified to death, yet couldn’t find anyone to save her. She called out Leng Yan’s name, but didn’t know where he was.
In the blur, a hand held hers, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
"Yan, don’t ignore me..." she murmured softly, gripping Leng Yan’s hand. The feeling was so real and warm, along with his gentle voice, she let out a long sigh of relief and slowly opened her eyes.
Ji Wei’s lips moved, weakly mouthing his name, her eyes filled with surprise and emotion.
"I never thought I would see you the moment I opened my eyes. I thought it had become an unattainable wish."
No matter how heartless her departure three years ago was, she couldn’t deny that during these three years, she still loved this man, and had only ever loved this one man.
Whenever loneliness hit or she was wronged, she’d lie on her bed, close her eyes, and her self-hypnosis method was telling herself that maybe she’d see him when she woke up.
Even when she was forced to be with other men, she’d imagine the other person as him, so she could be more invested.
But afterwards, she’d sink into harsher torment and regret.
She never even gave herself to him once, and that was her greatest regret.
"Did you have a nightmare?" He wiped her forehead and palms with a clean towel, asking with concern.
Ji Wei’s nose was sour, and hearing his gentle tone, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She suddenly hugged his waist, crying uncontrollably.
Her head buried in his chest, she sobbed: "Them, it’s them... not only Zhou Boliang, but also..."
"Who else?" Leng Yan asked with a pained frown, gently patting her back.
He had just heard her say, "Don’t come over, you."
"You" clearly wasn’t singular.
"It’s him." Ji Wei gritted her teeth, slightly raising her head from his chest to look into his eyes: "The one from three years ago."
Leng Yan’s heart was stung by a venomous bee, aching intensely.
"Yan, I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of him." Ji Wei choked: "Do you know how scared I was today? Seeing Zhou Boliang, I thought of three years ago..."
Leng Yan closed his eyes, holding her hand a little tighter.
Previously, thinking of three years ago only brought anger, yet now thinking of it, his heart ached unbearably.
"That day, I knew your leg was hurt so badly you couldn’t run to save me. So I kept running, falling several times, thinking as long as I reached the hospital, you could come to save me..."
Ji Wei’s tears flowed more urgently, hugging his body like she found a floating log after falling into water, clinging on without wanting to let go, as if it was her will to survive. She couldn’t continue and looked up at his face, shaking her head in disappointment, her tone desolate: "But, I still ran too slowly. I should have trained my body better, if I ran faster, even faster, I wouldn’t have been..."
She began to cry loudly.