Ye Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, her heart pounding rapidly. Drenched in sweat, she stared at the ceiling for several seconds before taking deep breaths.
For some reason, she felt a vague pain in her lower abdomen, causing her to subconsciously place her hand there.
Her palms were sweaty, even icy as if they had just been taken out of a freezer, making her lower abdomen feel even more uncomfortable when touched.
Ye Wanwan couldn't help but furrow her brows, curling up her body. After a while, she gradually recovered her senses and let out a long sigh of relief.
When the discomfort subsided, Ye Wanwan mustered a bit of energy. The bedroom blinds had been drawn, and dim light could be vaguely seen from the outside.
Ye Wanwan had no idea how long she had been asleep, but by now, Zhouzhou was no longer in bed. The thought of the dream she just had made her feel unsettled immediately.
At this moment, the guilt she felt for Zhouzhou was utterly overwhelming.
