Sikong Wuyou threw Li Mengjun's broken body to the ground and resumed the appearance of the gentle nobleman, warm as jade.
Behind him, Wen Jing appeared silently, dragged away Li Mengjun's corpse, and everything returned to a state of calm.
"Ah..."
Screaming once more, An Ning awoke from her dream.
This time, the sky was already bright.
Lying in bed, An Ning showed no signs of wanting to get up.
Her mind was still replaying the scene from the dream just moments ago.
Was what happened in the dream real?
If it was real, then Sikong Wuyou never had any intention of helping Li Mengjun. Could it be that she misunderstood him?
Moreover, due to her despair at that time, she impulsively lost her life, harming both herself and others.
At that time, she had poisoned the well water, and she didn't know if Sikong Wuyou was later poisoned to death.
If he was poisoned to death, then would she owe him a life?
Doomed!
An Ning pulled the quilt over her head and was utterly dejected.
