That night, Shao He was once again awakened by a nightmare. She sat up in bed, gasping for air, her heartbeat quickening.
Remembering the just-experienced nightmare, Shao He's face turned deathly pale, and her body couldn't help trembling.
She looked around, took a slow breath, and calmed her emotions.
After a long while, she gradually calmed down, but recalling that dream, she always felt that everything was too real.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside, and the peace Shao He had just managed to regain was once again disturbed.
After all, having been through so much recently, she couldn't settle her mind and wasn't sure if the person outside was friend or foe.
She carefully got out of bed, holding a pillow in front of her, and stared warily at the door.
Soon enough, the door to the room was pushed open, and a tall, straight silhouette appeared, dressed in a black coat, exuding a chilling presence.
