Lu Zhiwei had just arrived at the entrance of the Lu family villa.
The car had just come to a complete stop when I saw WeChat messages popping up non-stop.
She didn't rush to get off the bus; instead, she opened her phone and checked WeChat.
All the messages were from Shen Jinmo, whose attitude and tone were completely different from before, as if he were a different person.
Lu Zhiwei read the message but didn't reply, so she put her phone away and got out of the car.
The message that Shen Jinmo sent seemed to sink without a trace.
Shen Jinmo tossed his phone onto the bed, called the maid over, and had her bring over all the scented diffusers that smelled off, lighting them all over the house.
In the bedroom with the lights off, the warm glow of the lamps flickers, and various scents rise from the lit aromatherapy diffusers.
Shen Jinmo lay on the bed, and the fatigue in his body dissipated.
These things really do have amazing effects. Just think, Lu Zhiwei has been using these things for the past three years to soothe his emotions and help him sleep.
He fell asleep, enveloped in a warm feeling.
He had a dream.
In my dream, he was sitting in a wheelchair.
Seeing Lu Zhiwei being held in Zhou Yan's arms, with a baby in swaddling clothes in his arms.
The baby seemed to have just been born, calling out "Daddy" to Zhou Yan again and again.
Perhaps the scene was too horrifying, the suffocating feeling pressing on his chest made it impossible for him to breathe.
Smoke and dust entered my nasal cavity.
They pressed him down.
Cough cough—
A cacophony of sounds filled my ears.
"Fire! Young master, open the door!"
There was someone knocking on the bedroom door.
The bedroom door was locked from the inside and could not be opened with a key.
Shen Jinmo opened his eyes from a nightmare.
The flames that entered his eyes pounced at him like a monstrous beast with bared claws—
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