Dong Huiying painfully held her head, slowly squatting down, curling herself into a small ball.
She lost herself in this state for a long time. Until finally, Yixuan's voice woke her up. "Xiao Ying??"
Her thoughts seemed to be forcibly pulled back from another time and space. What was initially a vacant and confused gaze gradually regained focus.
She looked dazedly ahead, seeing one, two, three, four, five... all men gazing at her with worry and heartache.
Her heart felt like it was gripped tightly by an invisible hand!
Suffocation!!
She clutched her chest, feeling like she could barely breathe!!
Even with her mouth wide open, she felt like a suffocating fish!!
Soon, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her body.
Her vision gradually sank into darkness. But before she fell unconscious, she wondered if it was a hallucination? It was like there was a drifting voice, near yet far, gently saying to her like a sigh...
