Xia Xiaonuan covered her body with the bed sheet, unable to speak due to panic. Nangong Yaoling suddenly rushed down and punched Liang Shaochen in the face.
So it was you!
Nangong Yaoling roared and abruptly pulled out a gun, aiming it at Liang Shaochen's forehead.
Xia Xiaonuan was covered in cold sweat from head to toe out of fear.
Liang Shaochen did not avoid it, looking at her with a gaze full of loneliness and pain.
Xia Xiaonuan felt her heart shatter.
At the moment Nangong Yaoling pulled the trigger, Xia Xiaonuan screamed out loud.
"No…!" She screamed and woke up.
Yun rushed in from outside.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Yun approached and asked worriedly.
Xia Xiaonuan came to her senses, looked at Yun, and then glanced at the spot next to her.
Nangong Yaoling had already left.
On the bedside table, there was a basin with several towels draped over the edges.
Xia Xiaonuan clutched at her chest; that dream had really been terrifying.
Yun approached and hugged her.
