Su Xingyu had a dream.
A long, deep dream.
She dreamed of an endless darkness, surrounded by the hellfire, trying her best but finding nowhere to escape...
She woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat.
She sat up, gasping for breath, realizing she had been moved from the living room's sofa to the bedroom bed, the familiar black silk beneath her, the cold and slippery touch making her uneasy and fearful. Turning her head, the man beside her was asleep, his features still severe in slumber, casting sharp edges even in the moonlight.
He was her nightmare.
Su Xingyu stared at him for a while, in a daze, having an illusion, as if the one sleeping beside her wasn't her husband, but some unknown ferocious beast, savage, cruel, and extremely dangerous. Compelled by an unknown force, she reached out, grabbed her pillow, and pressed it hard over his face, rumored to suffocate a person silently and let them die peacefully in their sleep.
