Pan Shu said calmly, "You are too extreme."
Wen Yao's voice gradually became less shrill. He lowered his head and gradually softened, "I'm sorry... I was in a bad mood..."
Pan Shu narrowed her eyes. She connected all the events of the past few days together. From Jiang Jie to Fu Cen, Wen Yao had always looked unsurprised.
It was as if everything was within his expectations.
"I had a dream last night..." She seemed to be chatting casually, her fingertips nonchalantly poking the soft hot water bottle, the warmth spreading from her fingertips all the way to her heart, "I died."
Wen Yao's fingertips paused.
"There was blood everywhere. It was the bathroom. I committed suicide... But why did I commit suicide..."
"Someone forced me to do that."
"He forced me to love him like a madman. I was imprisoned."
Her tone was light and airy.
But it was so heavy that Wen Yao couldn't breathe.
Pan Shu took in all the man's reactions and smiled, "Of course it was just a dream."
After Wen Yao's initial surprise, he showed no other emotions.
But he was anxious.
For example, the crushed cigarette in his hand.
Pale face, trembling fingertips.
Look, this is all information.
Pan Shu was even more certain that she had forgotten something.
If she really died...
But now she is staying in this world well, which means... the mission has been restarted?
Is this the second week?
She pinched her fingertips, and the slight pain slowly made her wake up. What happened in that week that made her want to commit suicide?
She is a person who cherishes her life.
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