He could probably guess that she was dreaming that he would not let her go. He wanted to hear her say it. Only when she said something, could he open her heart.

"Do you really want to hear what I dream about?" Xia Yihan asked him coldly.

"Yes, you can."

Xia Yihan sat up and wanted to have a good talk with him and tell him again what she thought.

Ye Zimo sat up, reached for a pillow and leaned behind her for fear that she might cough up on her back.

He used to do this for her. Every time Xia Yihan was moved, but this time, she deliberately...