Chapter 354
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There was no conversation between them, but the occasional smile was enough to warm his heart.
He could feel the warmth of the sun on his face, and his palms that held her hands were covered in a thin layer of sweat. However, he did not let go of her but intertwined his fingers.
The image was so beautiful that he wished he could sink into his dream with a smile on his face and never wake up again.
However, as he dreamt, Song Qingchun, who was lying beside him, suddenly groaned in pain.
He turned to look and saw the white dress she was wearing was half dyed red.
He got up in a hurry to inspect her body, but he could not find a single wound on her body.
He wanted to carry her to the hospital, but she seemed to weigh a thousand pounds; he could not lift her no matter how hard he tried.
Bright red blood was still flowing out of her body.
Her brows were deeply furrowed, and her eyes that looked at him were filled with pain. The blood drained from her face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He called out her name desperately, but her eyelids started to droop. The moment her eyelids closed, the hand that held his hand lost all its energy and fell from his palm.
He could clearly feel that her warm body had become incomparably cold in that instant.
…
Su Zhinian woke up from his dream with a start. His face was drained of all color, and his breathing was rapid. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Even his normally calm eyes were filled with a thick layer of fear and panic.
He took a few deep breaths before turning his eyes to look at his surroundings.
The sunlight outside the window fell on his body through the wide window. His palms that gripped the armrests of his office chair were covered in sweat.
He was in his own office, and everything that had happened earlier was just a dream …
Su Zhinian sighed in relief. He raised his wrist to look at the time; it was 3: 30 pm. He had only been asleep for twenty minutes.
He sat in his chair for a while, and when he stood up, he realized his legs were so weak that he could barely stand.
He steadied his body and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Looking at the skyscrapers and the bustling city outside the glass window, he realized that he had been frightened by the dream just now. His clothes were all soaked.
He had dreamt of her often, but he had never dreamt that she was in danger. This was the first time … and the dream felt so real.
Was the dream hinting that Song Qingchun was in danger?
Su Zhinian frowned, and without thinking, he pulled out his phone from his pocket to call Song Qingchun.
The phone rang several times, but there was no answer. The bad feeling made him even more anxious. He grabbed his jacket and rushed out of his office. Just as he was about to pull the door open, the call was connected. A loud yawn came from the other end, and then Song Qingchun's sleepy voice followed. "Hello?"
Did I wake her up from her sleep? Su Zhinian stopped moving, but before he could say anything, he heard Song Qingchun ask through another yawn, "What's wrong?"
Looks like she's fine … Su Zhinian's heart finally relaxed. After a while, he told her in a low voice, "Make oatmeal porridge tonight." Then, he hung up.
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