It was a rainy night in the dream, and she was trapped in a fire.

Those real details always lingered in Sheng Yuan's mind, replaying over and over again, unable to be shaken off.

Sheng Yuan blinked, deliberately resisting the sleepiness, not wanting to fall asleep.

At this time, a small plush blanket was covered on her legs.

Sheng Yuan raised her head and met Shi Yan's dark gaze.

"It's windy," he said.

Perhaps because this place is close to mountains and lakes, no matter how clear the weather is, there will always be gusts of breeze from time to time.

Sheng Yuan curved her lips towards Shi Yan and said thank you.

Sheng Yuan remained seated and noticed that Jiang Yu opposite her had stopped moving, with a fixed gaze fixed on her.

Jiang Yu in front of the easel stopped what he was doing at some point.

He was looking at her with tenderness and satisfaction in his eyes.

"What's the matter, Auntie?"

Sheng Yuan asked Jiang Yu in confusion whether he wanted to change his position.

Jiang Yu shook his head.

She just looked at Sheng Yuan for a long time, and suddenly said, "Xiao Yuan, thank you for liking Xiao Yan."

"..." Sheng Yuan was stunned, "Auntie, why do you say that?"

Jiang Yu did not answer.

The woman raised her eyes slightly, and through the half-person-high wooden fence of the courtyard and the transparent glass outside the kitchen, she saw Shi Yan who was heating milk inside.

The boy had the cup used by Sheng Yuan next to him.

She unconsciously curved her eyebrows, still smiling gently, with that abnormal childish look on her face no longer, but a serious expression. She looked at Sheng Yuan and then repeated softly.

"Thank you, I like Xiaoyan."

After saying this, Jiang Yu lowered his head and continued to paint with the paintbrush.

——As if the seriousness on his face just now was just an illusion. ——It was night.

The window was not completely closed, and the night wind blew up the translucent gauze curtains inside the window.

Sheng Yuan lay on the bed, frowning, and was not sleeping well.

She was dreaming again.

But this time it didn't seem to be a complete dream, but rather some fragments.

——There was a loud thunder outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sheng Yuan stood barefoot at the entrance of the spiral staircase when a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the dark living room for a moment.

Sheng Yuan felt a sticky liquid on her hand.

She lowered her head, and the moment she saw clearly, her pupils suddenly shrank.

Blood.

It's blood.

Her hands are covered in blood!

Not only on the hands, but also on the body.

The pure white nightgown was splattered with blood on the hem, which was very eye-catching! Sheng Yuan was shocked.

At the same time, another bolt of lightning struck, and she saw a person lying on the side of the stairs downstairs.

Sheng Yuan walked slowly down the railing barefoot. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see more clearly.

The person lying down is a boy.

White shirt, black trousers.

——He was lying in a pool of blood.

The blood on her body seemed to have splashed from him...

When Sheng Yuan thought of Shi Yan, who always appeared in her strange dreams, her breath was choked and she suddenly didn't dare to look at the boy's face.

a long time.

She squatted down, her eyelashes trembling violently, and slowly reached out to the boy to pry his shoulders.

My heart was in my throat, and just when I was about to see his face——

The world spun around and the boy disappeared.

Sheng Yuan came to the corridor again.

The same dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor, there was a slender figure with his back to the camera.

Then the back turned around.

He wore a white shirt and black trousers, had a slender and desolate figure, his hair hung down, and he had a delicate and cold face.

Sheng Yuan's eyebrows lit up with joy, and she ran towards him, "Shi Yan!"

But Shi Yan just stood there and watched her approach coldly.

A pair of pitch-black pupils were filled with coldness as they glared at her with extreme sharpness, and the words that uttered them were even colder.

"If possible, Sheng Yuan, I don't want to meet you again." (End of this chapter)