"Ahhhhhh…"
Little Yichen sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat.
He had a dream. In his dream, he saw two Youyou's, one in a white shirt and the other in a black shirt. The boy in the black shirt was lying flat on the surface of the sea, holding the other boy's wrist and forcing him to kill him.
"Youyou…" Little Yichen turned around and looked at the other side of the bed. It was empty. He had no idea how long it had been empty for. "Youyou…"
Little Yichen immediately rolled out of bed, and shuffled frantically across the room in his slippers. He opened the door and looked out. There was no sign of Youyou.
He felt inexplicably uneasy, and not just because of the dream. The telepathic connection between the twins made him realize tacitly that Youyou was in danger!
"Youyou…" Little Yichen walked towards the balcony. Through the French window he saw a lone figure sitting on a swing by the flower terrace in the back garden.
