She inserted the key into the door lock and successfully opened the door to her home.
The room was quiet, without any sound, which made her feel heavy in her heart, and an ominous premonition tortured her brain repeatedly.
She swallowed, walked in carefully, and came to the shoe box, ready to change into slippers.
At this time, she unexpectedly discovered that there was no pair of slippers on the ground and no pair of slippers in the shoe box!
She was shocked, took a few steps back, and stood at the door of the kitchen.
Looking back, she was surprised to find that although the furniture and appliances in the kitchen were still there, all the vegetables, fruits, bowls and chopsticks had disappeared.
She took a deep breath, put her hand on her chest, suppressed her pounding heart, and comforted herself, saying: Xiaoxiao, it's okay, don't scare yourself.
After a long time, she finally plucked up the courage to walk through the living room and towards her parents' room.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a tall and familiar figure inside.
The man seemed to hear the voice, turned around and said to her: "Xiaoxiao, are you here? You selfish and unfilial daughter, are you finally here? Come on, give your parents some incense sticks, they are waiting.
And you."
The man's voice sounded far and near, as if floating in the air.
She widened her eyes and wondered who he was?
But, for some reason, she only saw a pair of eyes, a pair of cold eyes.
As for who owns the eyes? She can't see anything.
【Who are you?】 She wanted to shout, but couldn't.
In a panic, everything around her began to distort. Her parents' room turned into a cemetery, and her parents were smiling at her on the tombstones...
"Ah——" She screamed like crazy and sat up suddenly, but she only saw the darkness of the room!
It turns out that this is just a dream and a nightmare.
"Xiaoxiao, are you okay?" The light in the bedroom was turned on. Wei Ya, Yuan Qin and Lin Xiaoxin came over one after another and asked with concern.
Xiaoxiao wiped the sweat on her forehead, took a breath and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a nightmare. It's very late, everyone is sleeping."
Falling back on the bed, she sighed softly and buried her head in the pillow to sleep.
But after a while, she couldn't sleep, and the nightmare haunted her like a shadow.
As soon as she closed her eyes, she couldn't calm down.
After meeting Han Murphy in Hong Kong, her life began to change, from falling asleep on the bed to often having insomnia.