Lin Yixun abruptly opened her eyes, waking up from the nightmare. Even though she knew it was just an empty dream, that man's voice, like a demonic melody, still echoed in her mind.
Lin Yixun clenched her fists, sadly realizing that no matter how hard she tried to escape Leng Yixiu, fate always found a way to entangle them together again.
And all Leng Yixiu brought her was pain and more pain.
Lin Yixun stared blankly at the cold white wall opposite her, and unconsciously, a gentle and familiar handsome face appeared on it.
She fixed her gaze on that face, her eyes reddening instantly. She suddenly stood up, walked over with hurried steps, and slowly reached out her fingers. Just as her fingers were about to touch that handsome face, it vanished before her.
Her arm stiffened in the air, and Lin Yixun's heart sank along with it. She smiled bitterly, realizing that it was just her illusion.
