When Gu Jiao woke up, there was still a lingering tint of blood in her eyes.
In her dream, the sky was filled with a mist of blood that seemed to have seeped into this room, turning even the pearl curtains into blood-red agate.
The pungent smell of blood filled her nostrils, and shattered corpses lay strewn across the beams of the room.
Tap, tap.
Thick drops of fresh blood landed on her expressionless face—
"Jiaojiao!"
"Jiaojiao!"
It seemed someone was calling her.
"Jiaojiao! Jiaojiao!" Xiaojingkong climbed onto the bedchamber, shaking her shoulder with his little hands, "Jiaojiao, why are you ignoring me?"
The blood-dripping corpse was obstructed by a young and innocent face, and everything in the nightmare abruptly halted. Gu Jiao blinked, fully waking from the nightmare.
She looked at Xiaojingkong, who was staring at her with concern. In a raspy but calm voice, she responded, "Jingkong."
Xiaojingkong let out a long sigh, "I was so worried about you just now."
