Zhao Lifei shot out of the bed, panting and clawing at her throat, tears filling her eyes. It was that nightmare again.
After dreaming it so many times, she had gathered the gist that the little girl was presumably her and that the dream might've been a memory of the past, but she did not remember such a horrific night, especially one so traumatic. But it was so vivid… the details, the sounds, everything about it was too realistic to be fake.
She placed a hand on her racing heart, her eyes scanning the room. Yang Feng was nowhere in sight and perhaps that was why she abruptly had a nightmare. Even so, she did not expect to have the same dream again, especially because it hadn't surfaced for a while.
In that nightmare, there was always a name she uttered that did not belong to her grandfather nor her parents. The name was at the tip of her tongue, but whenever the voice came out, her mind went blank. Who was it?
