Her Wrist Was Firmly Grasped By Him After Walking A Few Steps

It seemed like a layer of frost covered his well-defined face, his expression was harsh and cold.

Nan Zhi was frightened by his sudden frostiness.

She did not know how she had offended him.

His eyes were bloodshot, and under the lights, he appeared sullen and aloof.

Nan Zhi furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Sihan closed his eyes and opened them again. Seeing the panic and worry in Nan Zhi's eyes, he pursed his lips tightly and said shortly, "Just a dream."

Before meeting her, he had already stopped having that nightmare. But after she had appeared, he had had that dream twice.

The first time was when he learned that someone had given her a ring.

This time was hearing her mention her uncle.

"Are you okay?" Nan Zhi reached out her hand towards him, but before she could touch him, he avoided her and said coldly, "Don't touch me."

Nan Zhi's breathing hitched and she felt a tightening in her chest.