The scene was too triggering for her to bear, it was like watching a real horror movie unfold before her eyes.
He Yue was frightened, her eyes wide open, with the room's bedside lamp on, killing time.
She was already very weary, yet she couldn't fall asleep.
The clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock; she couldn't hold on any longer and finally fell asleep with her eyes closed.
The dream was chaotic, replaying the night's events like a movie. In her dream, she became the person lying on the dissection table, to be vivisected by Zhan Xiche holding a scalpel.
"Ah—!" She let out a scream, suddenly sat up, sweat pouring over her pajamas, clenching the bedsheet as she gasped for air.
Ning Chenguang was sleeping soundly when suddenly he heard a scream from the next room. He leaped up from his bed, pushed open the door, and knocked on the neighboring one.
"Yueyue. Yueyue, what's wrong?"
