He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "You wish!"

"Then die!" The woman's cold face chilled him to the bone, and the ruthlessness in her eyes made him dare not doubt its authenticity.

One moment it's a deserted cemetery.

The black-and-white photograph hangs alone on the stone tablet.

who?

Song Hengjue's mind jolted, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot and he couldn't move. The white mist mysteriously dissipated.

Song Hengjue was so frightened that he sat up abruptly. When he saw the familiar scene in front of him, he was shocked to realize that it was just a dream. He touched his forehead and found that he was covered in cold sweat, and his pajamas were stuck to his neck.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

He frantically pulled his phone out from under his pillow: "Fang Nan, help me look something up."

Fang Nan flew into a rage: "Brother, do you know how scary it is to make a phone call in the middle of the night!"

"Excuse me, could you help me look into something?"

Fang Nan gritted his teeth: "No, brother, how much money are you going to give me to buy my life?"

"Here's two thousand."

Fang Nan remained silent.

"OK."

"Go and investigate what Yang Qingheng has done since she came to the capital. Also, find a reliable brother to go back to Xishan and find out more about the black market. The more detailed the better," Song Hengjue said seriously.

"Song Hengjue, are you crazy?!" Fang Nan picked at his ear and cursed, "I told you before that you came to the capital with bad intentions, so this is what you were planning. You know that belated affection is worthless, don't you? Do you know what Tang Bainian's status is now? You're eyeing his woman on his own turf, I think you're crazy! Don't drag me into this, get out!"

Song Hengjue's temples throbbed: "What do you mean you're eyeing someone else's woman? Why would I be eyeing Yang Qingheng? I have other things to do. Sanqian, are you in or not?"

"I consider you a brother, don't betray me." Fang Nan was still skeptical.

"I swear."

"OK."

Song Hengjue threw down the phone, collapsed onto the bed, and closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

Ever since Yang Qingheng left with Tang Bainian, he has been having recurring dreams. At first, they were just a few strange images, but later the dreams became longer and longer, especially in the last few months, and they became inexplicable.

The suspicions in his mind became more and more real, and he didn't even dare to think about it too much. If it was true, what unforgivable stupid things he had done before were all that he had done.