Even though they weren't close, Zhao Yu could see the girl's body was covered in wounds, clear evidence of inhuman abuse.
The moment she leaped, everything else seemed to turn transparent. Zhao Yu subconsciously reached out, running to try and grab her, but...
Zhao Yu jolted awake from the nightmare, gasping for air.
His pajamas were soaked in sweat. A suffocating heat in his chest made Zhao Yu feel like he was about to die from the pressure.
CLICK!
Flicking on the room light, Zhao Yu immediately looked at his phone. The screen glowed brightly, displaying 2:21 AM.
He got up and ran to the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water.
As he passed the mirror on the wall, Zhao Yu was startled by a face that appeared in it. He stumbled backward and fell right onto his bed.
But somehow, his fear wasn't as intense as it had been during the day. The image of this face leaping to its death had shaken him to his core.
