I sank into that warm embrace, instinctively holding on tight as tears streamed down my face.
"Ferris, I'm so scared," I choked out.
I was terrified. The moment I was pushed, the sheer panic and the feeling of falling off a cliff, watching myself inch closer to death, still sent shivers down my spine.
I kept my eyes closed, letting the tears slide down the corners of my eyes and into my ears, while the turbulence in my heart slowly settled.
I knew I was just having a nightmare.
But the dream felt too real. The sensations were so vivid that I couldn't stop crying.
It was good that I woke up. From now on, I'd be extremely careful, watch my step, and protect myself.
But why did I see Ferris in my dream? Why was he the one catching me at the bottom of the cliff?
He should have been the one standing behind me, pushing me off.
Unable to figure it out, I just lay there quietly.
However, the next moment, a large hand stroked my cheek, and a low voice sounded by my ear. "Don't be afraid, Selena. I'm here."
The touch of his fingertips and that deep voice startled me. I snapped my eyes open, only to meet a face filled with concern.
The room was dim, with only the moonlight streaming through the window, illuminating Ferris's face right in front of me.
Half of his face was bathed in moonlight, the other half hidden in the shadows. On the illuminated side, behind his silver-rimmed glasses, I actually saw gentleness and care.
His long fingers touched my forehead, gently wiping away the beads of sweat.
He turned his head slightly, fully revealing his face in the moonlight, and I saw his eyes clearly.
The look in his eyes was as soft as the moonlight filtering in. "What terrible thing did you dream about to make you cry so hard?"
So gentle.
Even his tone of voice was incredibly soft.
It was so gentle that it felt surreal.
So how could he smilingly ask if I was mesmerized?
I had to be dreaming!
I quickly pulled my hand back and pinched my own cheek.
"Selena, what are you..." Ferris frowned and hurried to grab my hand.
But a sharp sting radiated across my cheek.
Ah! It really hurt.
Could it be that this wasn't a dream, but reality?
But how could that be possible?
I froze as if paralyzed, staring blankly at the man in front of me.

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Story is fine but...Oh god! Such a slow and dragging story. She is always fainting or confused. Has no backbone, very irritating story. Better to avoid...