I'm afraid the dream will come true

In the VIP ward of Bangkok's local hospital.

Jiang Shuxia laid on the pure white bed, looking extremely frail. Her small face was a little pale, and her delicate eyebrows were knitted tightly, beads of perspiration were dripping down her forehead.

Even in his sleep, he looked restless.

Her small hand gripped the man's big palm tightly. Her small hand turned white from exerting too much force on her knuckles.

I'm here. Can you look at me?

Although it was not very clear, Lingxuyao could still clearly hear what she was saying by bending down slightly.

The man frowned and looked towards her. The meaning behind her words was unavoidably intriguing.

It was not the first time he had heard such words from her.

Who was she talking to, or what had happened in her dream?

Lingxuyao's eyes darkened slightly as he raised his hand to hold hers, and placed it on his lips to lightly kiss it.