That night, Lu Jingyan had a dream.
In a dimly lit room, a man dressed in black clothes was shackled to a chair, a chain circled around his neck, and his slightly long hair covered his eyes.
The wall behind him was hung with all sorts of messy tools.
The room was very quiet; the man's head hung down, showing no sign of life.
After about a few seconds, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor could be heard.
Then the door was pushed open, and a beam of light shone in as a woman in a red gown, wearing a pair of high heels, walked in with a cold and domineering air.
In her hand was a black whip, and she stood with her arms crossed over her chest, looking down at the man, "Baby, have you thought it through?"
The man didn't speak.
The woman chuckled lightly and lifted the man's chin with her whip, staring into his eyes, "Do you think you can escape from me?"
The man had a cold expression in his eyes and seemed determined rather to die than to submit.
