Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu Zhaoyang suddenly hated for herself for it. Here she was, far away from him, and yet Huo Yunting still invaded her thoughts from time to time.
Suddenly, Huo Chen pulled her by the waist into his embrace.
His warm and gentle voice came from above her head, “Sweet dreams, Yang Yang.”
A long forgotten sense of security crept into her heart. Lu Zhaoyang fought the urge to cry as she replied softly, “Good night, Chen.”
The familiar nickname brought a smile to Huo Chen’s face, but Lu Zhaoyang did not see it.
He remembered hearing her calling his name back when he was still unconscious.
His determination to see her again allowed him to wake up from the long coma.
The hotel’s warm temperature protected them against the cold outside at night.
Huo Chen reluctantly let her go and opened the door for her.
“Get in, now.”
Lu Zhaoyang wanted to say something in return, but failed to think of anything. In the end, she entered the room without a word, took a shower, and lay down on the large bed inside.
The room was dark inside. She could hear nothing but her own breath. The silence was a little daunting.
After awhile, Lu Zhaoyang heard a loud bang in her sleep.
She sat up in surprise and reached for the light switch, but was caught at the wrist by a figure in the dark.
The familiar scent made her freeze in place. She could not see him in the dark, but she could sense his cold and vicious aura.
“Let me go, Huo Yunting!” Her wrist felt like it could break at any moment.
Huo Yunting put his whole body on hers, keeping her in place.
“How dare you elope with someone else when you are my wife, Lu Zhaoyang? And with my uncle, no less! You have guts!”
“I didn’t. It’s not what you think it is, let me go!” She cried as she struggled to break free.
Even if she had left him, it was not to elope with Chen!
She never expected to continue her relationship with Huo Chen. It was simply impossible for them to be together again.
Huo Yunting pulled hard on her fragile pyjamas, nearly breaking the seams.
She felt cold, but the chill running along her spine was even more dreadful.
She shook her head furiously. “No! No!”
The man on top of her did not seem to hear her. His evil features came closer and closer. Suddenly, the man smiled maliciously. “You deserve to die, Lu Zhaoyang!”
!!!
Was he going to kill her?
Death was a form of release for Lu Zhaoyang. However, where would it leave Chen? What about her mother?
If she died, would Huo Yunting’s hatred be fully smothered?
Huo Yunting took out a military combat knife out of nowhere. The blade glistened coldly.
Lu Zhaoyang stared at the knife in horror.
“You forced my hand, Lu Zhaoyang…”
“Ah —”
Lu Zhaoyang sat up abruptly on bed. Loose strands of hair stuck onto her sweaty skin as she looked into the darkness of the room.
It was a nightmare…
She quickly switched on the bedside lamp. The ambient light soothed her greatly.
Huo Yunting was not in the hotel room, but the nightmare felt so real to her.
This was only her first night away from him, but he had already started haunting her. What would happen after this?
Lu Zhaoyang lay on bed with the lights on. She shut her eyes but could not fall asleep.
When she got together with Huo Chen again the next morning, she did not feel entirely awake and alert.
