The further he ran, the more bloodstains he saw and the darker the color became, until the surrounding land was completely soaked in blood. Where the bloodstains were the thickest, lay a man dressed in black.

The man in black lay lifeless in the cold blood, with a pale face beneath his messy hair.

When Mingluo saw the familiar face of the man, her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out. She stood there in a daze, not daring to move forward, her hands and legs shaking constantly.

She raised her hand and saw that she was holding a crumpled piece of black clothing with the same pattern as Ye Zhihan's clothes.

Ming Luo felt as if she was falling into an abyss, the world was spinning around her, and she seemed to see again the scene of Ye Zhihan blocking the knife for her.

The tenderness in his eyes and the hot breath were all taken away by death the moment the knife fell.

"No!" Ming Luo collapsed on the ground and cried.

"Mingluo? Are you okay?" The voice of a strange boy sounded in Mingluo's ears.

Ming Luo lowered her hand that was covering her tearful eyes, staring blankly at the gloomy environment in front of her. She asked in a tearful voice, "Who are you?"

"Mingluo, I am a little tiger." A golden lion with golden light all over its body appeared majestically in front of Mingluo, and then transformed into a beautiful big dog.

"Little tiger..." Ming Luo was like a walking corpse, with unfocused eyes and expressionless face.

"Mingluo, don't be consumed by the nightmare. Ye Zhihan is not dead, he has been rescued!" The little tiger leaned against Mingluo and gently touched her with his furry little paws.

"Not dead?" Ming Luo's eyes finally began to focus. She seemed to have her sense of touch suddenly awakened. She felt that the air around her was so cold, so cold that it was almost suffocating and penetrated deep into her bones.

"Yes, he is not dead, don't be afraid." The little tiger comforted Mingluo softly and tried to warm her with his body temperature.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Ye Zhihan is not dead, he was rescued, he is not dead." Ming Luo murmured these words, and his mood finally improved.

"Mingluo, listen to me, you are in a nightmare now. If you are entangled by the nightmare, you will never be able to get out." The little tiger said in a serious tone.

"What? Little Tiger, how come you can suddenly speak?" Mingluo asked belatedly.