"Why did you abandon me?"
"Why didn't you want me?"
"Why did you forget me?"
"..."
The cold, somber, hazy voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. It carried layers of low, muffled echoes, making it incredibly indistinct.
The echoes reverberated, one after another, endlessly.
'Who?'
'Who in the world is he?'
She strained to twist her head, wanting to turn around and see the person behind her, but her body seemed frozen in place. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move an inch.
But she didn't give up, continuing to struggle.
When Jun Yao returned, he found her brows knitted tightly, her expression fearful, and her forehead and face covered in a cold sweat.
'Is she having a nightmare?'
Jun Yao pressed his lips together, sat on the edge of the bed, and took her hand. He gently caressed her face with his other hand, calling her name in a low, soft voice.
"Wenwen, wake up..."
