Pei Yan inexplicably coughed up blood, a sharp pain twisting in his heart as if he were about to faint.
This had never happened before.
Everything in the dream had been too real, as if he had personally lived through that nightmare.
Looking at the blood in his palm, he thought of Mei Wanying's blood-stained cheeks and neck.
The blood spread, then dried, leaving only an unsightly trace.
She lay quietly in his arms, eyes shut tight, unresponsive no matter what he said.
The man casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sneered. Mei Wanying was fine in Jiangnan.
She wasn't pregnant.
She hadn't come to the Border.
She was doing so well she could even write letters cursing him.
'Damned nightmares are the opposite of reality!'
Pei Yan told himself this, but his mind spun out of control, connecting all the dreams he'd had.
He had dreamed of marrying Mei Wanying, of their passionate entanglement before he left.
