At midnight, Li Sicheng was stirred from his sleep by Su Qianci's cry. It was easy for him to be aroused. As she cried, he immediately opened his eyes.
"Li Sicheng!"
His brows knitted, Li Sicheng looked at her. She had curled herself into a ball, seizing the blanket with both hands. Covered in sweat, her eyes were tightly shut and yet her breath was rapid.
"It wasn't me. It was not…"
I did not drug you. I did not set the fire. I did not murder grandpa. It wasn't me…
In Su Qianci's dream, Tang Mengying was pushing Su Qianci, holding Li Sicheng's hand, laughing contently, and yelling, "I will replace you to be his wife! Su Qianci, rot in hell!"
Li Sicheng was standing coldly next to Tang Mengying, saying, "Su Qianci and dogs are not allowed inside." Every word was like a bullet, piercing her ruthlessly. It hurt so much, so so much. She was suddenly surrounded by water.
"Help, help me…"
