Natalie Vaughn suddenly awoke in the middle of the night. She had a very bad dream, dreaming about Zane Thorne from a few years ago, dreaming of him speeding on the racetrack, dreaming of his car suddenly malfunctioning, dreaming of him crashing into the mountain.
She hurriedly ran over, seeing Zane Thorne in the driver's seat already unconscious, lying in a pool of blood. She tried her best to pry open the deformed car door, but couldn't move it at all.
Bang—
The deformed car suddenly exploded, and she watched helplessly as Zane Thorne lay unconscious on the steering wheel, engulfed in flames, while she couldn't do anything.
Natalie Vaughn suddenly sat up, her back drenched in cold sweat, her eyes bewildered and panicked as the scenes of the dream played repeatedly before her.
Breathing heavily, she urgently and frantically searched for her phone. It wasn't on the bedside table. She got out of bed barefoot, only to find her legs had gone weak, causing her to fall to the floor.
