Love, so Difficult, so Difficult

"Help, let me go, wuwu... Please... No, please... No, no..." On a thunderstorm night, there was nothing but darkness and fear. A man in his forties or fifty years old tore the girl's clothes with a ferocious face... Ye Xin'er opened her eyes suddenly and found that the pillow was wet with tears. This was not the first time Ye Xin'er had dreamed of such a nightmare. If it was a dream, why was it so real? Why does it appear frequently in my dreams, pestering and threatening myself? Since the car accident two years ago, Ye Xin'er lost her memory. From then on, she would often be haunted by such a nightmare...