This night, Xia Lu slept uneasily. She had a nightmare where Zhou Mingchen was chasing her relentlessly from behind, forcing her to hand over her phone, claiming to have all the evidence of her crimes, and was about to catch her.
When she woke up, it was still dark. Xia Lu glanced at her phone, discovering it was only five in the morning, and couldn't help but clutch her chest, trying to calm herself down. Turning her head, Zhou Mingchen was sleeping peacefully, forming a stark contrast with her.
It's too much. Clearly, he was the one who did something wrong first, yet he could sleep like a baby beside her without any guilt, while she had to suffer from the torment of her conscience. Xia Lu finally realized how much weaker her psychological endurance was, especially compared to this guy, she couldn't handle the slightest disturbance.
