"No need, I'll drive myself."
"Look at how exhausted you are. Who knows how many days it's been since you last slept? Let me drive."
That was true—she hadn't slept in two days. Mentioning this made Ye Ranran angry; Fu Rong had just called her earlier.
Couldn't he let her rest for a bit?
After dropping her off at her doorstep, Jun Mochan left.
This time, Ye Ranran didn't even bother washing her face and collapsed directly onto the bed.
That recurring dream she often had started to become clearer.
"Ranran."
The person was kneeling on the balcony, reaching out desperately to grasp the hand of someone falling. Half of his body was tilted precariously downward.
Just as he was about to plunge down, two others rushed forward and held him back.
In the end, all she could see was his handsome face.
Then came the salty taste of seawater, her eardrums filled with liquid, a sharp, tearing pain following.
The scene cut off abruptly, and she woke from the dream with a jolt.
