Ye Tiao quickly released Shi Mei and helped her wipe off her sweat.
Shi Mei panted slightly, her eyes trembling as she asked, "Where's Shi Lingyan?"
Her voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a slight tremble of one who had not yet settled from a shock.
"He left a long time ago, he returned to Yan City the day before yesterday, don't you remember?" Tang Jingming looked at Shi Mei and blinked, "You even had me drive him to the airport!"
Right.
Shi Mei finally came to her senses.
Shi Lingyan had left Imperial City a long time ago, and applying a facial mask was something from the day before. Shi Lingyan couldn't have had the chance to kill her.
Shi Mei forced a smile, but it was so strained it was ugly to look at, "I dreamed he was killing me, with a knife, stabbing me in the back over and over."
Ye Tiao furrowed her brows, "What kind of crappy dream is this? Anyone could stab you in the back, but not Shi Lingyan, and neither would Brother Tang or I. Rest assured."
