Although it was just a nightmare, Jiang Xiao had especially instructed him before that, regarding the Sixth Young Master, he should tell her everything in detail, even if it was just a bad dream.
Therefore, he still had to mention it.
Sitting in the living room, Jiang Shiheng drank a glass of cold water, feeling that he still hadn't fully recovered.
Every time he closed his eyes now, the same image would appear in his mind.
The scene of the fall.
He couldn't clearly see the woman's face, but for some reason, he just knew it was Little.
However, the woman's figure was very thin, an unhealthy thinness, very slender, which didn't seem like the current Little, yet he still felt that it was her.
Jiang Shiheng was still sweating coldly.
His face was somewhat pale.
The last time he dreamt about it, he thought it might be the future, something that might happen in the future.
However, with this dream tonight, he dared not say it was the future anymore.
