Yao Yi had a dream that night.
He saw himself—or rather, his own body.
Dressed in rags, hunched over, he walked along a muddy road.
The road stretched on without end. The scenery on either side was indistinct and bizarre.
He tried hard to make out his own face. His gaze moved up, then higher...
Then he woke up.
He'd been scared awake.
The hospital room was dim. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped for breath.
He couldn't remember the details of the dream anymore. He just found the idea of watching himself walk very strange.
"Would you call that a nightmare?"
He turned to look at the bed beside his, wanting to tell Lu Bai about the dream.
But the empty bed brought him back to his senses.
Right, after Lu Bai took Xiao Ying away, he hadn't come back. Where had he gone?
Crash!
A mirror shattered.
He Yan kept the uninvited guest outside the room.
A constant stabbing pain radiated from her wound, making her feel like throwing up. The knife had probably injured her stomach.
Unfortunately, her current situation left her no chance to find out how badly she was hurt.
Crack~
In the darkness, Lu Bai accidentally stepped on a shard of mirror. The sound wasn't loud, but it made He Yan break into a cold sweat.
It was a barbershop on the second floor of a shopping mall. Beyond the barber area, there was a room in the back where the owner could stay.
The mall had little foot traffic, so most of the shops closed up early.
Even a little noise wouldn't draw much attention.
Lu Bai slowed his breathing and walked to the door. Without warning, he kicked out, knocking the flimsy door down.
As he leaned forward,