The sharp sound came out of nowhere, jolting Qin Yiren awake from an endless nightmare.
Her pretty eyes stared blankly at the warmly toned ceiling, her beautiful face now only pale, her entire body stiffened, lingering in the recently experienced blurry nightmare.
The dream consisted of scattered fragments, a man pressed down on her, committing an act of violence, as she struggled desperately, trying to see the man's face clearly...
At that instant, a coldness seeped into her bones, and it was clearly Liu Liang's face.
She wasn't sure if it was just a dream, or a resurfacing of old memories.
Curling into a ball, drenched in cold sweat, Qin Yiren breathed heavily, waves of despair and suicidal impulses repeatedly surged into her mind.
Chu Xinian said she wasn't tainted, but...
How could that be possible?
The scenes in the dream were so vivid, and reality could only be more abysmal than that.
