The glaring, scorching summer sun shone through the narrow window into the dark room.
It was dark and dry inside. Although not all of the blazing sunlight outside shone in, the temperature was so high that the cement floor was covered in a layer of heat.
The scorching sunlight shone directly into the eyes of the only woman in the room, who lay on the floor with her eyes still closed.
The eyes, wrapped in thin eyelids, moved gently. Under the beam of sunlight, the fine downy hairs were faintly visible, the blood vessels on the eyelids were clear, and the eyelashes trembled slightly in response to the light.
"Hiss..." Lin Yang gasped as the back of her neck ached from the chop to the neck.
The dream was so long that she almost couldn't tell whether it was reality or a memory she had actually experienced.
The fingertips, pressed against the concrete floor, reacted under the control of the nerves, trembling slightly.
She didn't know how long she had been asleep; her head was still foggy, and it took her a long time to slowly wake up.
She lifted her thin eyelids and saw her surroundings.
She lay on the cement floor, surrounded by unfinished cement walls on all four sides, and oh, on one of the walls, there was an iron gate.
But it was locked.
There was a dilapidated lamp hanging overhead, swaying precariously. The bulb had long been removed, leaving only an empty shell.
On the right-hand wall, there was a small window, almost touching the ceiling, surrounded by four iron bars, just enough for breathing, to prevent escape.
That ray of sunlight came through this small window.
After adjusting to the sunlight falling on her eyes, Lin Yang wanted to get up and move around a bit.
I've been lying down for too long, and my body is getting stiff.
But when she tried to move her elbow, she found that her wrist felt heavier than usual.
When she first woke up, she thought it was because her body was heavy from sleeping for so long, so she didn't pay attention.
When I raised my hand, there was a clanging sound, and I realized that my wrists and ankles were shackled. The iron handcuffs were connected to iron chains, and the two things clashed and clanged when I moved them.
"Creak—" The heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside at the same time.
Lin Yang, who was sitting up and pulling on the iron chain, looked in the direction of the movement and first saw a pair of slender legs.
She slowly raised her head.
A man came into her view.
With sharp, angular features, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and an expressionless face, he seemed serious and unsmiling.
In terms of looks, he was one of the best men Lin Yang had ever seen.
But the more I look at it, the more familiar it seems...
Lin Yang stared intently at the man who was getting closer and closer, her pupils slowly revealing a blurry image—the man from her long dream.
The image of the man in my dream and the man staring intently at me slowly overlapped.
Lin Yang was dazed, her mind blank, and her lips seemed to speak out of her own hands, uttering the name that haunted her dreams, "Xu Chengzhi..."
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Lin Yang's heart, a mixture of sorrow and joy.
She clearly remembered that when the dream ended, she personally took a sharp blade and plunged it into the man's heart.
The man stopped breathing before he could finish his sweet words.
He said he loved her.
The blood-stained blade clattered to the ground, and she was filled with remorse.
He loved her, and so did she.
In the very end, she thought she was going to return to her original world, but...
"Hiss..." Lin Yang covered her head, an overload of memories bursting forth in her brain at the same time.
Finally, what happened to him?
“Yangyang…”
“Yangyang…”
Lin Yang raised her head blankly. The person in front of her was calling her, and the voice she heard at the end of her dream was also calling her.
Two voices rang out simultaneously, then slowly merged together.
They all come from the same person, yet they seem to be from different people.
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