Song Qinghuan entered the room and changed into the only pair of male slippers available, casually surveying the apartment as she walked around.
The apartment was spread over two floors. Its decor and layout were quite masculine – cold and hard, mainly in shades of black, white, and gray, much like Li Chengyun himself.
That night, she went to bed early but slept restlessly.
In her nightmare, a blood-soaked child was blaming her for its death. Shivering uncontrollably and pale-faced, she woke up in a cold sweat after a scream.
The nightmare left Song Qinghuan drenched, her body felt light and she was overcome by wave after wave of extreme fatigue. But she couldn't fall asleep again.
After sitting still for a while, she changed her clothes and left the apartment for the hospital.
In the hospital, the moment Han Qianqian saw her, her eyes reddened, and she bellowed at Song Qinghuan in rage. "Get out! Who asked you to come here? What are you trying to do? Humiliate me again?"
