Thinking like this, she had courage. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info didn't think much of it, and she walked straight ahead.

In the darkness, her heart began to speed up. She subconsciously turned around, only to find that the operating table was gone, and the light in the darkness had merged into the dark world. Now, it was really pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. She even began to regret that if she hadn't acted so recklessly, maybe she would still be standing in the light. She even wanted to start the dream all over again, or start the dream, and she would stay where she was.

She gasped and walked alone in the darkness with a slow pace. She didn't know how far she had gone, she felt like she was walking a never-ending path, she couldn't turn back, and even if she did, it was no longer the same thing, everything had changed. I don't know if it's because she's too careful, or if people have some strange thoughts in the dark, she always feels a cool wind coming out of nowhere, burrowing into her clothes, she feels colder and colder, this cold, like the cold air coming south in December, humid and cold.

She couldn't help but sneeze, her body shrinking unconsciously, and she hugged her hands tightly, as if this would warm her body up. But in fact, she still felt very cold, cold to the bone, and she even began to wonder if the blood was frozen, and she clearly felt that her lips trembled violently. She walked cautiously, she had to raise her guard, and every step she took felt like a miracle in this dark environment.

For some reason, she always felt the wind gusting in the shadow. Perhaps, the darkness just gives people an eerie feeling. She still couldn't understand why her dream was so terrible, and every night, she had to see that operating table, what did this dream tell her? She didn't understand, she didn't understand. It was this incomprehension that made the doubts in her heart more and more, almost overwhelming her. Dead silence is another symbol of death. Walking in the dark, it was like covering her eyes with an eye patch, she couldn't see anything, she couldn't feel anything. At this time, she couldn't even hear her own footsteps. Why can't I hear my own footsteps? It stands to reason that in such an extremely quiet situation, I can hear my own footsteps more or less. But she didn't, she couldn't hear even the slightest sound of footsteps.

Was it because of the dream? She had too many doubts in her mind. It was impossible to uncover them one by one for a while. Just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, there was a call from behind her, and the voice seemed to say, why did you leave me? Yang Li hesitated and stopped. She didn't care so much, she still looked back, but there was nothing but darkness in front of her, and she didn't even know if the voice was a hallucination. In dreams, anything can happen. Could this be an illusion too? Yang Li began to think.

Leave it alone, keep moving forward! Yang Li secretly made a decision and took another step. But as soon as her left foot touched the ground, the voice behind her sounded again, this time with a resentment, "Why don't you want me?" and a strong reproach, even resentment. Who's talking?

Yang Li turned around again to confirm, it was pitch black. "Who are you, why do you say that?" Yang Li decided not to be silent anymore, she wanted to understand what this nightmare that had been haunting her was trying to make her do. However, the voice did not answer her. There was silence, complete silence. After waiting for a while, she still couldn't hear any reply, as if the music she was playing suddenly stopped, and she felt a sense of loss in her heart, and she even began to yearn to hear the voice from nowhere again. However, she was still disappointed, because the voice did not appear again.

Listening to that voice, it seemed to be a child, and the crisp childish voice kept hovering in Yang Li's head. She wondered, and looked blankly for a few moments. The darkness made her unable to see anything, but she did hear a voice in her back. There can't really be a ghost, right? Yang Li's mind immediately flashed through this thought, and at this time, she had to break her long-standing belief.

She thought about it for a long time, but she still didn't come up with any clues. She simply ignored it, intending to move on. Just as she stepped out of her left foot, the sensation under her foot suddenly changed, and even the surrounding environment changed. She is no longer in the dark, but on the bustling sidewalk. As if they hadn't seen her, the people who came and went walked past her with their heads bowed. On the highway, one car after another sped by. The flow of people on the road is endless, and it is crowded. On the side of the avenue, the traffic lights flashed regularly. Suddenly, she recognized a back in the crowd, one that was most familiar to her. She was ecstatic, didn't think too much, and shouted directly: "Longlong, it's Mommy! Where are you going?" But her son didn't seem to hear her voice, and didn't have the slightest intention of looking back, and stood motionless on the side of the avenue waiting for the red light.

Yang Li just wanted to run over, but found that her body couldn't move, this feeling was like her feet were firmly locked with iron chains, no matter how she struggled, there was no result at all. She cursed under her breath, unable to explain what was going on in her head. The green light came on, and she witnessed her son walking away from her. She stared blankly. Just then, a van in the distance suddenly seemed to lose its life and rushed straight towards her son. Her eyes widened in horror, and she let out a hoarse cry: "Longlong, run, don't, my son, Longlong! let me pass, let-I-pass-go!" she shouted in her voice, but her feet still seemed to be embedded in the solidified concrete floor, unable to move.

Yang Li witnessed her son lying in a pool of blood, watched the people around her gather around her son's bloody side, and watched her son stop breathing in the painful struggle. She broke down, her son was all she had, and she was furious, cursing loudly into the air. At this moment, almost all of her hopes were lost, and she even thought of ending her life in despair. She tore and cried bitterly, tears rolling down like pearls. She even forgot that it was in a dream, it was all too real, so real that she thought her son had really been in a car accident.

"Longlong, my son......" She choked up to the point that she couldn't utter a complete sentence, and snot ran down her nose and eyes into her mouth. She didn't know at all, she just kept crying, tears falling down, trembling all over, even her hands and feet were trembling, at this moment, she only knew that her son was gone, she had lost everything.

Her eyes widened, and her resentful eyes seemed to be spilling out a lot of blood, and at that moment, she cried out as if she had gone crazy, "Who are you? Why did you take my son? However, there was no reply. The distant scene became blurry, and Yang Li pounded her chest hard, over and over again, as if she had lost her senses, and she didn't feel pain at all.