The next day, dawn revealed its first light.
Gu Lingling suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for air.
Her forehead was covered in sweat.
Yang Yunhai, who just returned from his morning run carrying breakfast, opened the door and saw this scene. "What's wrong?"
Yang Yunhai hurriedly went forward and embraced her shoulders. "Did you have another nightmare?"
His heart involuntarily sank.
Predicting the future is not a good thing. Every time, it torments Gu Lingling for a long time. If possible, Yang Yunhai truly wished she didn't have such superpowers.
He wished she were just an ordinary person.
"Yes." Gu Lingling nodded and leaned her body against Yang Yunhai.
She didn't know who the person was, always vaguely hearing someone murmuring as if desperately calling for help, but couldn't hear it clearly. She didn't know if it was because of the dream or because the person couldn't shout at all.
Unclear, yet it's very distressing.
