Gu Lingling was startled awake in the middle of the night by her dream again.
In the dream, there was only a hand, injecting something into a bottle.
She had been having this kind of dream repeatedly.
The same scene, the same situation.
No face, nothing else, just a hand and a syringe.
Immediately, the scene turned all red, like the color of blood.
The redness blinded her eyes.
"Another nightmare?" Yang Yunhai pushed open the door and came in, noticing the sweat on her forehead had drenched her hair, unsure if the moisture on her face was tears or sweat.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here." Yang Yunhai held her in his arms, regretting not staying the night with her.
Last night was so chaotic that he couldn't stand it anymore, took a cold shower, grabbed a pillow, and slept outside, not expecting something to have gone wrong.
"Brother Yang, I'm so scared." Gu Lingling said, clutching his clothes, "I've never been so scared before."
