After sending a reply, Shen Xin returned to his apartment to catch up on sleep.
He had pulled an all-nighter and been worried sick; he was exhausted.
As he drifted into a hazy sleep, Shen Xin had a dream.
In the pitch-black darkness, Shen Xin felt his way toward a light up ahead.
As he drew closer, he saw it.
It was a woman.
Her back was to him. She was squatting on the ground, holding a cleaver and chopping down over and over, like a robot.
Zhang Qin!
Shen Xin recognized her back in an instant.
He wanted to run, but his legs felt rooted to the spot, completely unable to move.
Just as panic consumed him, Zhang Qin suddenly twisted her head around.
With her one remaining eye, she stared straight at him, her face devoid of any expression.
Shen Xin's heart hammered in his chest.
And it was at this moment that Shen Xin suddenly noticed the victim at Zhang Qin's feet, the person she was hacking at, was very familiar.
