Zhong Lingling jolted awake, sitting up abruptly.
Could it be that Xiang Yimo had already died?
Her heart clenched! Zhong Lingling glanced at Xiang Yimo lying beside her. He was the epitome of a peacefully resting handsome man, but his complexion looked much worse than yesterday. He couldn't really be dead, could he?
Had she actually spent the whole night lying next to a dead body?
As this thought struck her, Zhong Lingling didn't feel scared at all. Instead, she was overwhelmed with sorrow. Her hand trembled as she reached out once again to check for breath in front of Xiang Yimo's nose.
Gazing at his face, beautiful as a painting, she felt it was such a pity.
But the moment she felt the warm breath of Xiang Yimo on her fingers, Zhong Lingling let out a sigh of relief!
Only then did she realize that her entire body was drenched in cold sweat.