Gu Qingxue looked around and saw Rong Han in the crowd. She had a bad feeling about this.
It was not the first time that she had dreamed of Rong Han. Every time she dreamed of him, it meant that Rong Han would be in danger.
Gu Qingxue's heart was already in her throat. She carefully observed everyone around Rong Han and their movements, afraid that she would miss something.
However, Gu Qingxue could not see the faces of the others except for Rong Han. She could only see their blurry shadows and could not see their exact faces.
Gu Qingxue tried her best to focus, trying to see the people in front of her clearly, but it was all in vain. She did not even realize what had happened. Her vision blurred, and Rong Han fell on the table.
Blood was flowing out of him, and the crowd around him was in chaos.
