"Miss, are you saying... I'll die in your arms wearing this dress?"
Beside the bed, Little Jade looked down at the white coat folded on the bed—this was the most expensive piece in her wardrobe. She had originally thought of wearing it to celebrate Miss's victory in the competition, but at this moment, the coat seemed stained with the blood from the nightmare, tightening her heart.
"Miss, maybe it was just an ordinary nightmare." Little Jade gently patted Dongfang Mingyue's trembling back, her voice as tender as comforting a child, "You have dreams that can foresee the future, so naturally, you also have typical dreams. Don't take it too seriously, alright?"
Dongfang Mingyue pressed her lips together, her eyes still red, tears swirling at the rim.
How could she not take it to heart?
The dream was as vivid as if she were there, with no trace of haziness, identical to the previous dreams that foresaw the future—that was clearly a fragment she was about to experience.
