Su Wan had a terrifying dream. She dreamed that she and Jiang Xuecheng had been blown up by a bomb together, and their bodies were torn apart.
"Xuecheng! No!"
Su Wan panted heavily. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw an unfamiliar face.
It was a boy who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He was thin and small, and his skin was dark and rough. Only his black and white eyes were astonishingly bright.
Between his childish eyebrows, there was a sense of misfortune that did not belong to this age.
From Su Wan's perspective, this child was rather shriveled. Could it be that he did not have enough nutrition?
Su Wan quickly waved at the little boy. "Did you save me?"
The boy was originally in a daze. When he saw that Su Wan had woken up, his pupils suddenly dilated and an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
This smile dispelled the mature look on the boy's face, revealing the naivety of a normal child.
