But the question was, if that hadn't been his first day in this world, why didn't he have any memories from before then?
The truth would have to wait until the system got back to him.
Jiang Yumiao decided to find a chance to discreetly ask Director Yang whether the production team had planned anything similar with an irresistible protagonist before, and if so, why it had ultimately been canceled.
Perhaps Director Yang could offer a glimpse of the truth, too.
Jiang Yumiao checked the time. It was only half past two in the morning; he could still get some more sleep.
Ning Chunchi, however, refused to close his eyes no matter what.
Jiang Yumiao sighed and helped Ning Chunchi lie on his side facing him, nestling his face affectionately against his chest.
Jiang Yumiao heard an unsettled heartbeat.
Without hesitating, he shifted again, slipping out of Ning Chunchi's arms and carefully adjusting his position. He lay a little higher up, at just the right angle to gather Ning Chunchi into his arms.
Ning Chunchi had always been his pillow. This time, it was his turn to let Ning Chunchi listen to his heartbeat.
Held by Little Grape, Ning Chunchi stiffened for a moment, then buried his face deep in Jiang Yumiao's embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, as though immersing himself in that sweet grape scent would keep the terrible dream from happening again.
Jiang Yumiao gently patted Ning Chunchi's back and stroked his soft black hair.
In that moment, the usually dominant Alpha laid his most vulnerable self bare before him, making it impossible not to soften, not to ache for him.
All the more so because Ning Chunchi was only like this because he had disappeared in his dream.
Jiang Yumiao's voice was gentle, filled