For the past few days, he has been having the same dream.

In a spotless white room, he was tightly bound to the bed, and people in white coats kept injecting drugs into him.

Then came the endless pain; even in his dreams, he could deeply feel that excruciating agony.

Later, those people kidnapped another girl, who, like them, was subjected to endless torture.

Those dark eyes looked very strong; he had never seen her shed a single tear.

Later, those people in white coats were going to cut open their brains.

Leng Yebai narrowed his eyes, his sharp, eagle-like gaze taking on a chilling edge.

The scalpel gleamed with a blinding, cold light, piercing his heart with pain!

Leng Yebai closed his eyes, which were filled with coldness, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He couldn't see the faces of the people in white coats in that room, and he couldn't even hear why they were studying him.

Only the face of the girl lying to the side, whose body had also been sliced ​​up, was clearly visible.

Those dark eyes looked at him calmly, as if they could see right through his heart.

Leng Yebai picked up a pen and casually took out a document to sign, but the girl's radiant smile appeared in his mind.

She said, "Why don't we die together?"

Leng Yebai gripped the pen tightly in his hand. It was clearly just a dream, but why did that scene seem etched into his mind, impossible to shake off?

That must be a dream. In this day and age, how could anyone openly and honestly cut open a person's head?

But that smiling face is still etched in my mind.

Leng Yebai pursed his thin lips, emanating a chill from his body.

Who is she?!

She didn't even have a chance to tell him her name!