She didn't have any conversation with him, and the occasional smile was enough to warm people's hearts.

He could clearly feel the warmth of the sun on his face, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palm of his hand holding hers, and instead of letting go, he changed to a ten-finger interlocking position.

That picture was really beautiful and hopeless, so he couldn't wait to smile and immerse himself in his sleep and never wake up.

But dreaming and dreaming, Song Qingchun, who was lying beside him, suddenly let out a muffled sound of pain.

He looked sideways and saw that the white dress she was wearing was half red with blood.

He panicked to his feet and examined her body, but found not a single wound.

He wanted to pick her up and go to the hospital, but she seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't hold her.

The bright red, from her body, is still flowing.

Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes full of pain as she looked at him, and the blood on her face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He desperately shouted her name, but her eyelids slowly began to droop, until the moment she closed it, she held his hand, and lost all her strength and fell from his palm. Three-life love: just waiting for you to return

He clearly felt her warm body, and at that moment, it became extremely cold.

……

Su Zhinian woke up from the dream suddenly, his face was pale without any blood, his breathing was short, his chest was heaving, and even his eyes, which had always been indifferent and calm, were covered with a dense layer of panic and fear.

He took several deep breaths before rolling his eyes and taking a look around him.

The sunlight outside the window was quiet, and it happened to hit him through the wide and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and the palm of his hand holding the handle of the office chair was covered with wet sweat.

He was in his office, and everything he had just done was a dream......

Su Zhinian breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and at half past three in the afternoon, he had only fallen asleep for twenty minutes.

He sat in the office chair for a moment, and when he got up, he found that his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand on his feet.

He secretly stabilized his body, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the sunlit high-rise buildings and bustling cities outside the glass window, and he realized that he was scared by the dream just now, and his clothes were all soaked. The black-bellied prince is indifferent

He often dreamed of her in his dreams, but he never dreamed of her being in danger, and this was the first time...... And the dream scene is so real......

The dream just now, could it be that it was hinting to him that Song Qingchun was in danger?

Su Zhinian's eyebrows tightened, and without thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Song Qingchun.

The phone rang several times but no one answered, the bad premonition made him even more panicked, he subconsciously picked up his coat and hurried towards the office door, when he raised his hand and was about to open the office door, the phone was connected, and there was a heavy yawn inside, and then Song Qingchun's sleepy voice followed: "Hey? ”

Is it sleeping and being woken up by him? Su Zhinian paused, and before he could speak, he heard Song Qingchun yawn and ask, "What's wrong?" ”

It doesn't seem like anything happened to her...... Su Zhinian's hanging heart finally fell, and after a while, he replied to her in a deep voice, "Make oatmeal porridge at night", and then hung up the phone.