And in her mind, voices kept appearing from time to time.
Those thoughts that occasionally surfaced during the day suddenly all rushed in at this moment.
"You have to believe me, Qi Qi, no one treats you better than I do…"
"Don't get close to Yan Yan, he's not a good person, he wants to harm you."
"He's just using you as a stand-in for his fiancée, his fiancée is your clone, the girl he fell in love with only looks like you…"
Not knowing whose voice it was, familiar yet gentle, carrying an unknown trembling that she should resist.
At this moment, however, it seemed to have a strange magic, swirling in her consciousness.
Yan Yan was awakened in the middle of the night by the movement in his arms, the young girl in her dreams seemed uneasy, with furrowed brows and tightly grasping his clothes with her little hands.
Her lips slightly parted, her face as pale as paper, with beads of sweat faintly appearing on her forehead.
