Su Qing stood barefoot on the grass and looked around blankly. It was vast and deserted.
Where is this?
"Qingqing..."
Who is it? Who is calling me?
Turning around suddenly, Su Ming, dressed in white, stood behind her at some point.
Su Qing's lips trembled, and she tried hard to open her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Qingqing, you must be lonely. Can I take you away?" Su Ming stretched out his hand to her.
She took a step back and fell to the ground.
Su Ming smiled and looked sternly, and suddenly a drop of blood and tears flowed down his cheek.
Su Qing desperately covered her eyes with her hands, screamed and dodged back...
His eyes opened wide suddenly, the night was dark, and the room was eerily quiet.
Su Qing's hands clutched the quilt tightly, and a drop of cold sweat ran across her forehead.
A tear ran down the trace of sweat again.
She buried her face deeply in the quilt and cried bitterly.