Before Zhongqing could respond, Dai Zi on the other end had already hung up the phone.
Zhongqing's hand holding the phone tightened, and she sat blankly on the sofa, her mind going blank.
The matter of a will is certainly not that simple.
The heart beats like thunder.
I don't know if it was because of the rain, but a coldness shot up from under my feet, making Zhongqing feel chilly instead of cold.
My body couldn't help but tremble.
It seems very cold...
The whole person was replaced by panic.
Leng Yan, what happened to you?
…
…
night.
Outside the window.
Thunder and lightning, violent storm.
The big trees were rustling in the storm, and the lightning seemed to be right in front of us, reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and seemed to be lingering like a ghost.
Because of the will.
Zhongqing was constantly haunted by nightmares, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her petite body was still trembling slightly even in her sleep.
【Qinger, I'm sorry.】
In the raging flames, a familiar figure was vaguely reflected.
That's Leng Yan...
He was surrounded by fierce fire, bleeding from seven holes, and seemed to be wearing a hospital gown, reaching out to her.
Zhong Qing's eyes widened and she gasped for air.
Thunder rolled and lightning struck in the air.
The whole world is as terrifying as breaking apart.
[Qing'er, I really love you, I'm sorry...]
It’s really Leng Yan...
Zhongqing wanted to run towards him quickly.
It was clearly in front of her eyes, but her steps seemed to be nailed, but she stretched out her hand to grab his hand.
Finally walked towards him.
Just one step away.
However, Leng Yan was suddenly swallowed up by a fierce fire.
Finally, it disappeared into ashes.
My heart hurts suddenly!
"Leng Yan!!!"
Zhong Qing was so startled that she suddenly opened her eyes. Her back was already covered with a layer of cold sweat. She raised her hands stiffly, feeling the pain in her heart unbearable.
"Zhongqing, what's wrong with you?"
As Eric's voice came, the originally dark bedroom suddenly lit up.
Zhongqing gasped in horror, her whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"Zhongqing, are you okay?" Eric walked to the bed and sat down, looked at her nervously, took out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Zhongqing was sweating, sitting blankly under the quilt, with a hoarse voice: "I dreamed that Leng Yan... was dead..."
Eric wiped her sweat with his hand and looked at her in disbelief.
"You have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night!"
Zhongqing's breathing is so short, is it really because he thinks about it every day and dreams at night?
But why is that nightmare so real?
Eric looked at her deeply, then stood up and poured a glass of water, then handed it to her: "Drink a glass of water first."
Zhong Qing held the water glass with trembling hands, her whole body still feeling cold, "Leng Yan..."
She couldn't imagine what she would do if Leng Yan really died?
Suddenly...
A big tear welled up in his eye and dripped on the back of his hand.
Zhong Qing bit her lip tightly. Once she dreamed of that scene, she obviously didn't want to cry.
However, the tears still couldn't stop falling.
He hugged his knees tightly with his hands and curled up into a ball.
"Love..."
Seeing Zhong Qing like this, Eric gently held her hand and couldn't help but feel worried.
Zhong Qing suddenly reacted, grabbed Eric's arm fiercely, and said eagerly: "Eric, please help me, I want to see Leng Yan!"
"Zhongqing, you are just having a nightmare. If Leng Yan is really dead, how can he marry Tang Wei next month? Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Zhong Qing subconsciously looked out the window. Every sound of lightning and thunder made her panic and suffocate.
In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the scene in that dream.
Leng Yan's stoma was bleeding and was burned to ashes by the flames.
It's like a movie that keeps playing back.
"Something must have happened to Leng Yan. I want to find you. I must see him!" Zhong Qing stood up suddenly and ran outside as she spoke.