This is a lengthy dream, a dream in which Bai Yiran returned to that heart-wrenching, worse-than-death day. The man's foot forcefully kicked her body, the hardest kick landed on the side of her belly. At that time, her belly had just begun to swell, and every day before that she was filled with hope. But at that moment, at the moment that foot landed on her belly, she knew her hope was gone. She looked at Yin Hao's lifeless body, at those black leather shoes walking towards her, feeling the cold handgun, everything felt so real, so real that Bai Yiran couldn't stop trembling.
Leng Yichen gazed deeply at Bai Yiran lying in bed, her eyes darting rapidly, her lips slightly trembling. He reached out to stroke her forehead, "Girl, wake up."
Bai Yiran's lips slightly parted, yet she couldn't wake up, as if trapped in the dream.
She repeatedly told herself, this is a dream, it's all in the past, it's not real. Just like she had told herself every night for more than a year.
