At this moment, Jiang Jingyao's increasingly angry voice came from overhead, she stared at Ye Zichen condescendingly, and her voice was hoarse, "Shaoting loves you so much, how can you bear to treat him like that?!" ”

"I didn't!" Ye Zichen shook his head frantically, "I didn't!" ”

"Ye Zichen, you go to die!" After Jiang Jingyao finished speaking, he grabbed Ye Zichen's head and slammed it into the tombstone.

With a "bang", the strong impact force was accompanied by severe pain, and Ye Zichen opened his eyes violently.

It's all gone.

She looked at the pale ceiling above her head, smelled the familiar smell of disinfectant water, and the medicine in her body that was ticking on her arm, and a pounding heart dared to slowly return to its original position.

It turned out to be just a dream!

Ye Zichen exhaled heavily and turned his head to look around.

There was no one in the room but herself......

Fortunately!

She withdrew her gaze, lay flat on the hospital bed, and after exhaling heavily, she gently closed her eyes.

I've been having nightmares lately, what's wrong with me?!

Thinking of this, Ye Zichen opened her eyes again, looking at the familiar ceiling, her brows furrowed tightly.

Everything in the dream, she can ignore it, after all, it is a dream.

But that photo, why is she so familiar?!

Suddenly, she remembered a dream she had not long ago.

In that dream, she also saw that picture, and that picture, like today's dream, also appeared on the tombstone.

Although the pictures in that dream were blurry, the photos and tombstones seemed to be engraved in her mind, and they lingered.

But, how so?!

Is it a coincidence?!

Or is it because of that photo, that dream is too deep in my mind, that's why I dream again?!

But she hadn't seen a photo of Ou Shaoting at all, so how could she dream about it so often?!

Thinking of this, Ye Zichen's mood couldn't calm down again, and his mind began to guess wildly.

In order to calm herself down as soon as possible and no longer be disturbed by that nightmare, Ye Zichen leaned on the side of the bed and sat up slowly.

A cool breeze hit her, and then she realized that she was in a cold sweat.

She glanced up at the bottle where the infusion was being made, and there was not much liquid left.

So he turned around and pressed the call button, ready to call the nurse to deal with it.

But just as her hand was about to touch the button, the door of the ward opened, and Ou Shaoting walked in.

When he saw her half-lying on the bed, he couldn't help but walk over quickly, looking at her worriedly, "What's wrong?" What's uncomfortable? ”

"Nope!" Ye Zichen smiled slightly, "I just want to call the nurse over, the medicine is almost gone." ”

Ou Shaoting looked up and saw the infusion bottle that was about to be empty, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "You lie down first, and leave the rest to me." ”

"I want to go out for a walk." Ye Zichen looked at him pitifully, "Is it okay?" ”

Although she felt that her body was much better, she was no longer afraid of cold, and she was no longer swelling and painful, but the sequelae of nightmares caused her brain to ache sullenly, as if it was impermeable, stuffy and uncomfortable.

"Yes!" Ou Shaoting looked at her dotingly, "Remove the needle in a while, I'll take you out, okay?" ”

Ye Zichen nodded, not knowing why he was heavy.

At this time, Fang Zhiheng walked in with a nurse, and the nurse measured Ye Zichen's body temperature and confirmed that she did not have a fever before removing the infusion needle in her hand.