As night fell, Tang Yanqi suddenly woke up from her bed. She had returned to the villa today. Because she hadn't received a call from Sheng Jianan, and he didn't answer when she called, her heart felt like a drifting boat. She just wanted to find a place with his presence to sleep peacefully.
She hadn't dreamed in a long time, yet she just dreamt of her mother waving at her, with the familiar smile, saying to her: "Yanxi, look at the princess dress and the Barbie doll that Mom bought for you, do you like it?"
These were the words her mother had said to her the day she had the accident.
In the dream, her mother seemed like a wandering spirit, drifting further and further away, then she seemed to be pushed by a giant hand into a deep abyss, surrounded by darkness, her body continuously falling.
Tang Yanqi reached out and touched her forehead, a layer of cold sweat. She got out of bed, went downstairs, and drank a large glass of water to slightly ease her emotions.
