Xiao Ying sat up from the bed.
She seemed to have hooked on something and she felt a sting on the back of her hand.
She looked sideways and saw that the needle on the back of her hand had fallen off and blood was flowing out.
Xiao Ying did not care, merely staring at the ceiling above her.
She did not know how long she had been asleep for, but the heart-wrenching pain in her dream was so clear.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
It had just been a nightmare.
But the scene in her dream had been so real and cruel.
He had held her hand, and she had stabbed in his heart. Then, he had been surrounded by the bodyguards arranged by Tang En.
Something must have happened.
How was he?
Was he dead or alive?
Xiao Ying lifted the blanket and was about to get off the bed when the door was pushed open.
