"Brother Yan...." She held the man's hand, yet he heartlessly brushed her off, turning away decisively, his back cold and unfeeling.
Yun Ya shouted, waking abruptly from the dream, suddenly sitting up.
The heart-wrenching pain of that last moment still lingered in her heart, fingers trembled slightly, tears streamed down, soaking the pillowcase unknowingly.
This dream was too real.
She hugged her knees, burying her head between her legs, gasping heavily.
It's just a dream, not real, Ji Yunya, what are you afraid of?
She repeatedly told herself.
Sitting dazedly for a long time, Aunt Lin's voice came from outside the door: "Miss Ji, have you gotten up?"
Yun Ya hastily wiped away her tears, spoke with a calm voice, "I'm up."
"Breakfast is ready, Miss. Come down to eat after refreshing yourself."
"Alright."
Hearing the footsteps fade away, Yun Ya took a deep breath, patted her cheeks, it's not the worst situation yet, why worry blindly.
