Jiang Zimo had another nightmare. In the dream, she saw the raging fire, the familiar Jiang house, the gorgeous wedding dress, the dazzling diamond princess crown, the gorgeous lipstick, the chic champagne glass... She stood tall
On the rooftop, there is endless darkness below.
The surrounding fields were silent, the world was silent, she threw the things in her hands into the darkness, and then she saw the faces of Murong Qingzhen and Bai Yanbing.
Both of them were gorgeous and cool, one in black and one in white, with handsome figures and handsome faces. However, when they looked up at her, their eyes were both cold and mocking.
Murong Qingzhen opened his lips and said: "Jiang Zimo, I will never forgive you again. You are destined to be unable to escape my grasp in this life."
Bai Yanbing, on the other hand, held the bracelet she threw down and said expressionlessly: "Azi, I'm sorry, I can't let you go."
There was a sharp pain in her head, which made her unable to continue. The picture was shattered into pieces, her back disappeared into the fire, and the gorgeous wedding dress decorated with lace ignited flames. She struggled in the flames,
She moaned in pain, but no one came to save her.
Pain, heart-gnawing pain, she fell into the darkness below, and there was still cold laughter in her ears...
"No! Don't! Help me! Who will save me?! Mom... Mom... I hurt, it hurts so much! Oh wu... don't!"
I finally woke up from the nightmare, my body was covered with cold sweat, but the world in front of me was an apartment bedroom in Zurich.
There was no light on in the bedroom, and the moonlight refracted through the gaps in the curtains illuminated the world. Outside the window, it was really dark midnight.
She calmed down, and there was a buzzing and dizzy sound in her ears. Her limbs were too weak to support her desire to get up, but this movement made the person who was standing in front of the window aware of her awakening.
The cold moon was silent, and Jiang Zimo once thought that he was too weak, so he had such hallucinations.
But when she saw that face clearly, she began to feel cold. She thought that maybe all this was not an illusion.
Freud once said that dreams are often inseparable from reality.
So, is it because she is too stupid and naive that she is stupid enough to believe that they have really let her go?
"You have been comatose for two days and two nights. If you don't wake up, I will have no choice but to take you to the hospital, no matter the risk."
The wall lamp was suddenly turned on.
The familiar gorgeous tone, the long black hair, the slightly emerald green eyes, the graceful lip line, the flowing white clothes... Bai Yanbing slowly approached her in the darkness, he leaned down and hung
The strands of hair fell on the quilt on her chest, like silk strands, and the light was shining. Her facial features were just like the first time she met her on the deserted street, as handsome as a statue.
Calm eyes, thin lips... God, how could she be so stupid as to think she could escape from this man's grasp?
"White flame ice."
Calling out this name that was once etched in my heart felt like a lifetime ago.
She actually already had the answer in her heart, but she still didn't want to give up and asked again. "Are you really Xiao Jiang?"
Bai Yanbing looked at her, and she already got the answer without even nodding.
These eyes were once so familiar to her. He just changed the color of his pupils. How could she never recognize them?