"Husband... tired... want to sleep..."
Han Zhi's heart plummeted. Su Zhen's voice was so faint it seemed ready to dissolve into the air. He saw a layer of mist clouding her amber pupils, like the thin, unmelting ice on a stream in early spring, reflecting the candlelight yet losing its focus.
Yet Han Zhi could still only hear a ringing in his ears. He watched Su Zhen's lips part and close, feeling a deep, unsettling anxiety in his chest.
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