"Wait!" Zhuanzhuan suddenly spoke.
"Go ahead." Nan Fei stopped walking but didn't turn around.
"I had a dream, and I don't know why ever since Ying Jiuming died I started having such dreams, many of which are different from reality." Zhuanzhuan looked bewildered, staring blankly at some distant place, "I dreamt that Jiang Yang died on the day you married Huo Beijiang! He was pushed into the river by me, and you didn't have time to save him, and there was more..."
"Tell me, in your dream, did I die?" Nan Fei interrupted Zhuanzhuan urgently.
"Yes!"
"How did I die?"
"A car accident." Zhuanzhuan couldn't help but shiver, "It was me..."
"I see!" Nan Fei trembled all over, stumbling out. In the corridor, Yu Fengji was standing by the door, clearly aware of the sisters' conversation. Even though there were no outsiders, the surveillance video was on and couldn't be turned off.
"Are you okay?" Yu Fengji asked with concern.
