The system flew in the air, tilting its panel in confusion.
With her being so impulsive and fierce, what past event could she dream about that would turn into a nightmare?
Could it be...
Thinking of that event half a year ago, which was almost a taboo for Qian Qi, the system decisively went silent, no longer making a sound.
Qian Qi glanced at the time, discovering she had only slept for an hour.
A terrible, headache-inducing dream left her unwilling to continue sleeping, so she got up and walked towards Nangong Yan's room.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, a dagger was placed against her neck.
"Who?" The blade glimmered with a trace of cold, dark light. Qian Qi raised her eyes to see the weak Nangong Yan holding the sharp dagger against her neck. His body was tense and clearly lacked strength, yet a fierce light of extreme vigilance flickered in his peach blossom eyes.
The murderous intent in his eyes was cold and undoubted.
