Su Guo smiled gently, her eyes and brows soft and gentle, the strands of hair at her temples swaying lightly in the breeze.

"Naughty."

Lu Yulan felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't know what other people's dreams were like, but she knew that in a normal person's dream, facial features couldn't be so clean and lifelike, like an oil painting.

Unfortunately, she had never met Su Guo. Even though the skeleton and ebony had described so much, she had never bothered to investigate Su Guo as a person or even her photograph.

She looked at the other person silently, without saying a word. This dream was not under her control; she could not speed it up, could not escape it, and could not even stop looking at the other person.

She could only watch helplessly as the other person lightly lifted their lotus-like steps, getting closer and closer to her.

Su Guo stared in fascination at the stunningly beautiful face, unable to resist reaching out to touch it with her finger, but Lu Yulan turned her face away.

"what you up to?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to see my poor daughter. I wonder if it must have been hard for her to live alone all these years."

Su Guo's tone was gentle, but Lu Yulan inexplicably felt that there was something strange about it.

My vigilance was at its highest.

"Qiaoqiao's face has gotten thinner. Getting thinner doesn't look good. You need to eat more."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted downwards, and his hand seemed to measure.

Lu Yulan frowned and stopped her.

"Stop, or I'll hit you. I don't hit women, but I hate it when people touch me!"

She hadn't thought much about her last dream, but this time, for some reason...

Perhaps it was because she hadn't planned to sleep before, but somehow she fell asleep, plus she understood Wumu's lip reading.

He's talking about Suguo!

In an instant, it became even more terrifying. Did they see him as Lu Yulan or Su Guo? What exactly did this variable refer to?

Su Guo paused, stopped moving her hand, and even took a step back.

"My daughter seems to have grown up and doesn't like to share her little secrets with me anymore."

When Su Guo said these things, her tone was not one of regret, but rather of sighing, or even disagreement.

With a gentle flick of her finger, Lu Yulan unconsciously moved closer to her. The cool touch traveled over her skin, raising goosebumps layer after layer.

"What a beautiful face, what a wonderful age."

His tone was filled with infatuation and longing.

Lu Yulan: "Who exactly are you?!"

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

Those hands had already landed on his neck, slowly tightening and then slamming down hard.

Lu Yulan could no longer speak, and the feeling of suffocation was getting stronger and stronger.

"These are not questions you should be asking."

Su Guo looked at Lu Yulan with a warning, even though she was smaller than Lu Yulan.

Lu Yulan felt that Su Guo let go of her just before she was about to die, and she fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

The other person wiped their hands with utmost elegance. "Live well, and we will meet again, my daughter."

...

"Huh!"

Lu Yulan woke up from her dream. The sudden palpitation made her forehead and back break out in a thick layer of sweat, soaking her clothes.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I was in a dream or outside of one.

The feeling of those hands squeezing her was so real, as if she were really going to die.

Lu Yulan subconsciously put her hand on her neck, and the door suddenly opened, and Lu Yuanhong walked in.

Lu Yulan was seen pinching herself, with red marks around her neck.

"Lanlan, what's wrong?"

Lu Yulan shrank back slightly, her subconscious fear not subsiding.

Upon seeing Lu Yuanhong, she fainted again.