「Late at night, Binhai Phoenix Mountain Villa.」
Yan Ziruo suddenly woke from her dream, sitting up on the enormous bed and gasping for air.
The darkness before her, along with the returning sense of control and familiarity over her own body, made Yan Ziruo acutely aware that it had just been a nightmare.
But that nightmare had truly frightened her.
She had similar dreams several times during the period after her younger brother's accident in Chuanzhong.
For some reason, after more than half a year of peaceful life, she had once again dreamed of a similar scene.
Yan Ziruo had just dreamed that her brother, his face covered in blood, was bidding her farewell.
Watching him turn to leave, she tried desperately to grab his hand, but her legs felt as if they weighed a ton, and she couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried.
Just as her brother was about to be completely swallowed by the surrounding darkness, Yan Ziruo was terrified and jolted awake in a panic.
