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Chapter 36: The White Dew Has Not Yet Dried
Zhou Xuanyu finished speaking and turned to walk towards the door. His steps were a bit unsteady, as if he had been drinking. However, he concealed it well; only he knew about his wobbling.
He stepped out of the room and casually closed the door behind him. He didn’t rush to leave but stood at the entrance for a moment, ensuring that the person inside wouldn’t call him back before heading downstairs.
Junxi sat on the bed for a while, the room silent except for her restless heart, which continued to pound in her chest.
The blanket on the bed was disheveled by Zhou Xuanyu, and he had even propped up her pillow for her.
The pillow had to be elevated for her to sleep well; this was a habit she had since childhood. Over the years, she had managed to break most of her habits, but he still remembered them all.
The gown hung loosely on her, and she lightly brushed it off her shoulder, causing the satin to slide down her body. Just moments ago, the atmosphere had been quite dangerous; a moment's distraction could have led to something igniting.
She dared to take that risk because she calculated that he was a true gentleman. And indeed, he was.
Junxi changed into Zhou Xuanyu's T-shirt and slipped into his blankets.
His clothes, his bedding, his pillow… all carried his unique scent, clean like a bamboo grove after rain, an indescribable freshness.
She turned over and hugged the edge of his blanket as if embracing him.
Today had been exhausting; she closed her eyes and gradually sank into another world…
“Sleep well. When you wake up, everything will be over.”
The dim yellow light blurred the figure of the person, and she could only feel their hand gently stroking her hair. The soft whisper in her ear echoed again and again with the fleeting shadow.
She slowly calmed down, just like now, slowly closing her eyes...
Suddenly, the scene changed dramatically; the warm, lingering moment transformed into a black-and-white silent film. She saw her bare, scarred feet rushing around in an unfamiliar room, shouting something, but she couldn't make a sound, and no one came to pay her any attention.
The person who had comforted her was gone!
"Ugh..."
The dream finally morphed into an engulfing darkness, and she too vanished without a trace.
Junxi tore the blanket away and jumped up from the bed, finding herself in a darkness so thick she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She fumbled around aimlessly but couldn't find the switch.
"Ahhh!"
The pressure building in her chest felt like it would suffocate her; she pounded on her chest desperately, managing to let out a sound.
Footsteps hurriedly approached from the hallway, and the door was pushed open. A figure rushed in and promptly flipped on the chandelier switch...
"What happened?"
Zhou Xuanyu quickly walked to the side of the bed. He was wearing a pure white T-shirt and gray linen pants, with wrinkles at the hem of his shirt and pants indicating he had been asleep for some time.
Junxi sat in the middle of his large bed, head lowered. One hand pounded on her chest while the other swept back her disheveled long hair... Her pale little face was revealed.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhou Xuanyu sat down at the edge of the bed, carefully holding Junxi's arm.
Junxi looked up, her gaze unfocused, her brows tightly knitted together.
"It's okay, I'm here."
He gently stroked her hair.
The gesture made Junxi shudder violently, and the tears welling in her eyes rolled down her cheeks.
Zhou Xuanyu's thumb brushed over the tear stains on her face. She raised her hand to press against it, staring at him intently.
"Zhou Xuanyu, are you going to leave again?"
Her voice was hoarse.
Zhou Xuanyu froze for a moment, but then he understood.
He sighed softly and pulled her trembling body into his embrace.
"I won't leave again."
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