Chu Jiaojiao can clearly remember that the picture in the dream was like a cruel palm, pulling her nerves fiercely, so real that she seemed to have experienced it herself.

She saw the man with the fruit knife slashing at her wrist, her expression was extremely indifferent, but there were layers of mockery in her eyes.

Then the blood that spread under him, the thick smell and the brilliant red, ghostly spread to her feet, and then, the blood seemed to keep rising, and when she raised her hand to look, her hands were full of bright red.

Fear combined with the pain of losing a man broke her.

She looked up, then hugged her head and wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any screams anyway, as if she had completely lost her voice.

The man in the bathtub gradually became silent, and in the dead silence, only Chu Jiaojiao's heartbeat beat beat in his chest.

She pursed her lips and stumbled over, grabbing the man's wrist to stop the blood still flowing in his veins.

Jiang Ci, don't die.

She didn't want him to die, she wanted him to live, even if it was in exchange for her own life.

"Don't-"

Finally roared, Chu Jiaojiao woke up from the nightmare, and felt someone's hand reaching out, she shrank in with excitement, and she desperately didn't want to be touched.

"Jiaojiao." Jiang Ci shouted softly again, trying to regain her senses.

The woman's face was pale, and there was fine sweat on her forehead.

Her long, curly black hair spread over her shoulders, and her bloodless little face was terrified, and her black and white eyes were hollow and unfocused.

It wasn't until the man's soft voice sounded that she turned her eyes slightly and looked at him, as if she was discerning something.

"Jiaojiao, are you ......?"

Jiang Ci's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of scaring her, but before he finished speaking, the woman pounced directly and hugged him tightly.

He heard her whispered whimper, as if he had restrained himself for a long time, and finally found an outlet to vent.

The palm touched her back, Jiang Ci didn't say a word, and patted her gently, as if it was a wordless comfort.

The woman didn't seem to stop collapsing for a long time, as long as she imagined it a little, she would eventually leave here, and Jiang Ci might die at any time, so she felt endless despair.

"Jiang Ci." She shouted his name, with a pain carved deep into her bones.

"I'm here." The man replied to her, his frowning brows never loosened, and the breath overflowing from his throat was also so low, "Jiaojiao, I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

Chu Jiaojiao's heart twisted heavily, tugging at his clothes, and her voice was intermittent, "I dreamed of it...... Dream that you don't want to ...... I did. ”

"How could I not want you." Listening to her words, Jiang Ci was silent for a while before answering.

"You just don't want me anymore." Chu Jiaojiao attributed his death to not wanting herself, if he really loved her, he would not leave her alone in this world and face death alone.

"Fool, that's just a dream." Jiang Ci's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his dark eyes were as dark as night, and his voice was dull.

"No, it's not a dream." Chu Jiaojiao knew that everything she dreamed of would not be fake.

Just like the little boy from a long time ago, she spied on his past, and then the present, which may soon be his future, is also the same ending as in the book.