For some reason, Han Yueyao was sad when she saw Su Yu’s lonely figure.
Spurred by this feeling, she typed out these words…
Then like a nervous child, she clenched her fists and could even hear the pounding of her heart.
Was she going to express her love to him?
If she did, Su Yu would be in a difficult situation and she herself would be embarrassed.
Hesitating for a long minute, Han Yueyao had lots of thoughts racing in her mind.
Finally, she deleted the words one by one. She chickened out at the last moment.
Yeah, her love for Su Yu was her secret; she didn’t even want Su Yu to know it.
Everyone said Su Yu loved Huo Mian selflessly. She was the same and would act like Su Yu.
She’d keep the man in her heart secretly and love him silently without asking him to return the feelings, even though he’d never know about her love for him…
However, she’d try her best to guard and protect Su Yu. A great guy like him shouldn’t be mocked.
She found the people in this era were despicable.
A playboy like Yuan Bo kept changing his bed partners, but some young girls still chased after him like idiots.
However, a great guy like Su Yu was tagged as gay or impotent.
She just couldn’t bear this twisted mindset of some people.
Finally, she deleted all the words she had typed and replaced them with a most ordinary message, “Boss Su, good night.”
When Su Yu saw it, he smiled and replied to her with two words, “Good night.”
In the darkness, Su Yu had that terrifying dream again.
He wasn’t a faint-hearted man, but in this dream, he felt terror, extreme terror.
“Su Yu, you love her, right? Then let’s see… if she’s worthy of your love… Hahaha.”
A woman’s shrill laugh came from midair and entered his ears.
A lone thin figure walked toward him from the fog.
“Mian?”
Su Yu murmured as he watched Huo Mian walk toward him step by step.
“Mian, don’t come. Please… Don’t come. It’s a trap…”
Su Yu yelled in his dream with great grief.
Then he heard a gunshot from the forest and Huo Mian fell to the ground in front of him as a bright red flower bloomed on her chest.
“Mian… No…no…”
Su Yu woke up; he touched his eyes and saw tears.
“President Su, what’s wrong?”
An was a light sleeper and ran in immediately when he heard Su Yu’s yell.
“I’m fine…” Su Yu’s voice was weak.
“Did you have a nightmare again?”
“Yeah.” Su Yu panted heavily, still disturbed by the dream.
“The same… nightmare?” An asked cautiously.
In the last month, Su Yu had had the same nightmare three times now.
In his dream, Huo Mian died in front of him, which was the scariest thing for Su Yu.
This repeated nightmare plunged him into great pain.
“President Su, maybe… we can find an expert to interpret the dream. I think you’ve not been yourself lately.”
An knew Su Yu would berate him for it but he still suggested Su Yu find a master to interpret the dream.
Why did the nightmare come to him repeatedly? It was weird.
