Fu Ranhui could only sit by and wait for him to sober up.
The light in the room gradually dimmed, leaving only the faint gleaming light from a pair of large red candles atop the long desk.
Fu Ranhui's eyelids became increasingly heavy. She hadn't slept well for the past few days due to her excitement and anxiety. Today, having had to get up early to dress up and barely slept at night, she could no longer hold on. She fell asleep leaning on the edge of the bed.
Zhao Youwei's sleep was restless. He dreamt of being surrounded by fire, unaffected by the flames, yet the heat pervaded his body.
In his dream, the fire raged on, the unbearable heat forming a blazing circle around him. The discomfort amplified until he could bear it no more. His brows furrowed as he tore at his clothes in the dream. He had the urge to plunge into a water tank next to the fiery abyss to cool down.