Her hand was freezing. As he had her hand in the center of his palm, he tried to transfer some of his warmth into her small hand.
Jian Yiling was still in a daze. She began to have a nightmare again.
In her nightmare, she was standing in a mortuary. The coffin in front of her held a corpse.
And the face of that corpse was Jian Yujie.
She couldn't help but stand a few meters away from the body. She didn't dare to take another step forward.
The image in front of her was so vivid and clear. It was as though she had experienced and seen it right in front of her eyes.
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As soon as Yu Xi finished calling his housekeeper, he received a phone call from Jian Yujie.
"Yu Xi, are you free right now? Yiling is missing. I tried calling her phone but I couldn't reach her."
Jian Yujie was outside right now. He had been furiously searching for Jian Yiling.
