In the pitch-black darkness, Lin Xihe felt that these two figures no longer possessed any of the warmth of family; they were clearly malevolent ghosts seeking her life, closing in step by step, as if they would tear her to pieces at any moment—it was terrifying beyond measure.
Lin Xihe frantically ran left and right, but no matter where she ran, Lin Bin and Lin Zhihao's questioning voices followed her like a shadow.
She completely broke down, clutching her head tightly with both hands, crying out in a hoarse voice, "I'm not Lin Xihe! I'm not Lin Xihe! Don't come looking for me!"
The two dark figures drew ever closer in the darkness. Lin Xihe was terrified and collapsed to the ground, helplessly repeating, "I'm not Lin Xihe! I'm not!"
"I am not Lin Xihe! I am not!"
Lin Xihe suddenly woke up from her dream, drenched in sweat, still muttering the same phrase over and over.
She had been sleeping very poorly lately, and for two consecutive days she was plagued by nightmares.
However, being abruptly awakened today is different from the day before.
Because Gu Qinghuai had already squatted down in front of her small couch at some point, his brows furrowed, staring at her anxiously, but deep in his eyes, besides worry, there was also a trace of doubt.
Lin Xihe tried to sit up in a panic, raising her hand to wipe her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.
Before she could even react, Gu Qinghuai asked in an icy voice, "Who are you?"
Lin Xihe was already shaken by the nightmare, and Gu Qinghuai's sudden, cold question only made her more flustered.
His innate aura of authority was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe. Lin Xihe didn't dare to meet his gaze and hurriedly looked away.
For several days in a row, Lin Xihe was overwhelmed with worry and her mind was tense. Yesterday, she dreamed of the original owner of the body. The original owner was full of resentment and pointed at her, accusing her of impersonating her. The scene was equally bizarre and terrifying.
Lin Xihe pondered to herself that it was probably the guilt in her heart that was causing the problem, and the pressure was too great, which was why she kept having these terrifying dreams.
perhaps,
Because she always felt that she wasn't the real Lin Xihe, even in her dreams, her subconscious couldn't help but shout, "I am not Lin Xihe."
Lin Xihe turned her face away, but Gu Qinghuai forced her back with a little force.
Gu Qinghuai was a seasoned veteran who had seen all kinds of storms. How could he not see Lin Xihe's panic and evasive eyes when she was questioned?
The dim light flickered, casting shadows that danced across the two people's faces.
Their eyes met, and Gu Qinghuai lowered his voice again, asking slowly and deliberately, "If you're not Lin Xihe, then who are you?"
As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously swept towards the small red mole on Lin Xihe's neck.
Lin Xihe gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm, and retorted with a stiff neck, "Gu Qinghuai, are you out of your mind? Who else could I be but Lin Xihe?"
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