Suddenly, a sharp headache struck, and Ji Wei couldn't help but let out a low gasp.
"What happened? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Moqian, noticing her knitted brows and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, immediately asked with concern.
Ji Wei raised her hand to rub her temple. "I don't know… it feels like this scene, being held like this and waiting for daylight, is so familiar, as if I've experienced it before. But I just can't remember…"
Gu Moqian's gaze darkened as he heard her words. He stared at her puzzled face and remained silent for a long time.
Then he pressed her head into his embrace, his voice slightly hoarse. "If you can't remember, then don't force yourself to. Let it go."
Listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat, Ji Wei gently nodded.
Gu Moqian's embrace always had the ability to make her forget all her worries. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.
