Chapter 381 Nightmare
Xia Yunduan was quickly carried away by the servants. Before leaving, she took one last look at the sea.
The setting sun was like blood spread across the vast sea, and the rippling waves looked more like waves of blood.
And in such waves, a ship floated over from afar.
There was a man standing on the boat, with a young figure. It was not known whether it was because of the sunset or the real blood, but most of his shoulders were stained with a hideous red. However, his back was straight, and there was something hanging on his chest, reflecting a dazzling red light in the afterglow.
Before Xiao Yunduan looked away, he saw that the man seemed to be looking at this side from a distance.
Eyes like the abyss.
What followed was a chaotic patchwork of fragmented images.
There were crowds of people running around in a hurry, noisy voices, medical staff in white coats coming and going, and bodyguards in black suits with expressionless faces busy maintaining order.
The bustling and luxurious banquet hall suddenly became deserted. The unfinished red wine was gleaming coldly in the goblet, and the half-eaten pastries were placed on the exquisite plates with no one to clean them up.
It was as if a lively dinner table suddenly ended in an instant, leaving only the leftovers waiting lonely for the coming mosquitoes.
Xiao Yunduan walked down from upstairs silently, still wearing her noble princess dress.
She walked through the empty hall, the red brick corridor, the garden wet with night dew, and came to the main hall of the Huo family.
There was a black coffin, surrounded by flowers.
There was a huge photo in front of him. Xiao Yunduan couldn't see it clearly, so he walked forward step by step.
She made her way through the ghostly, weeping crowd of people dressed in black to the very front of the photo.
Turn around slowly.
It was a very familiar, beautiful face.
The lively face that had put on a skirt when she got up in the morning and gently taught herself to be obedient and not make trouble was now dyed into an ugly, stiff black and white color, frozen in a pile of disgustingly colored flowers.
Little Yunduan stared blankly, and the next second, a gentle embrace came from behind. The old voice was choked with obscure and difficult sobs.
"Cloud, my little Cloud."
It was only at this moment that the little child finally let out a hysterical scream.
"No--"
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"No--"
Shen Pianpian suddenly woke up from her dream.
The night outside the window is as cool as water, and the lights are far away.
She sat in the messy thin quilt and broke out in a sweat.
The girl closed her eyes, and the dream gradually faded away in the depths of her mind, leaving only the ugly pattern and the overlapping blood-red sea behind her, with the boy's eyes looking at her from afar.
Shen Pianpian pressed his forehead hard and felt sweat on his hands.
She shook her head, got out of bed, staggered a few steps, and slowly walked to the living room sink to pour a glass of cold water.
It’s been a long time since I dreamed about my childhood.
She walked onto the balcony with a glass of water, leaned on the railing and looked at the city below.
Most of the lights in the houses have been turned off.
The room was probably filled with couples sleeping in each other's arms, or children who loved to kick off the quilt, and old people who made strange snoring sounds while sleeping.
They are closely connected with each other, eating together, taking walks together, quarreling and reconciling over trivial matters together, and busying around in this city of steel and concrete every day for a better future. They don't have time to eat breakfast, but they will say "I'm leaving" to their families before going out. When they return home every day, they will say "I'm back" loudly, and the reward they get is warm lights and hot meals on the table that may not be delicious.
Family.
This is family.
The girl took a sip of water, and when she tilted her head back, her neck stretched out into a graceful swan-like line. A little transparent water overflowed from her lips, reflecting the gorgeous lights of the city in the distance, flowing over her chin and neck and into the wide collar.
The cold night wind blew through her hair and lightly leaped into the luxuriously decorated but empty and dark house behind her.
Shen Pianpian raised his hand and roughly wiped his mouth. When he looked down again, there was an almost indifferent calm in his dark pupils.
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