Shen Qingqiu woke up from the same nightmare again.
In the dream, she was always falling, and in her ears was Gu Yanzhi's crazy and painful roar: "Why wasn't you the one who died?! Give me back my Weiwei!"
And the cold contract that dragged her completely into hell - "Sign it, and from now on, you will be Lin Wei."
Cold sweat soaked her silk nightgown, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost broke her ribs. She sat up suddenly and subconsciously touched her face - it was warm and complete.
But the next second, her fingertips froze.
There is a hardcover "History of European Architecture" lying next to the pillow, with an exquisite feather bookmark sandwiched between the pages. That was Lin Wei's bedtime reading, and it was Lin Wei's habit. And she, Shen Qingqiu, a girl who may have once loved comics and mystery novels, must now face these strange things with an expression of "familiarity and nostalgia".
A huge sense of pathos and absurdity came over her like a tsunami, almost drowning her. Who is she?
"Are you having a nightmare?" The man next to her was awakened, his voice full of sleepiness and impatience, but his arms habitually came over and pressed her into his arms. The movement seemed intimate, but in fact it was full of possession and restraint, "Don't be afraid, Weiwei, I'm here."
His embrace was warm, and his breath tickled her neck. Once upon a time, this brief warmth was the only driftwood in her darkness. But now, she only feels cold, biting cold.
She was as stiff as a stone in his arms, but she used all her strength to relax. She even took the initiative to rub herself into his arms, whimpering like a kitten, "Well... I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore..."
