Her stomach churned, a wave of nausea rolling over her. She was furious at what had happened, but the deeper issue gnawed at her insides: how had it happened? And, more importantly, why? She didn't know exactly how—the blurring of dreams and reality still unsettled her—but she knew exactly why it was lead further?
How could her mind betray her like this, conjuring up Lu Jianjun of all people? The one person she had desperately wanted answers from, the one she had tried to lock away in the recesses of her thoughts, only to have him resurface like this—in a dream that blurred the line between longing and shame. Li Na's mortification deepened as she buried her face in her hands, a groan of despair escaping her lips.