That night, she barely slept.
As soon as she closed her eyes, his figure appeared.
She dreamed that Lie Xunjue had died.
In her dream, she attended Lie Xunjue's funeral, where a crowd pointed fingers at her nose, hurling the harshest insults at her.
"You're a seductress, a jinx! You want to bring down the entire Li Family, you're a troublemaker!"
Those venomous eyes, the piercing accusations, every word was heart-wrenching. She had nowhere to turn, no escape, and was pushed to the brink of despair by the crowd.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, cold sweat dripping down her forehead, feeling as if she were submerged in icy water.
She gasped desperately for breath, realizing that it was just a nightmare.
Oh no, not a nightmare, it was actually a replay of Old Master Li's funeral.
Over the years, those horrifying memories felt like a never-ending nightmare.
Her head felt like it was splitting.
In her blurred vision, a figure approached, placing a warm palm on her forehead.
