The window was open, and the morning breeze blew against her.
It was clearly early summer, yet the wind made her feel icy cold all over.
She shivered slightly and pulled the covers tighter around herself.
Everything in her dream still felt so real.
She dreamed she fell into a pitch-black vortex, with He Yingdong standing by and smirking, refusing to lend a hand to help.
He wouldn't treat her like that!
"Ring..."
The phone rang, and she walked barefoot off the bed, picked up the phone from the table, and answered it as she headed to the bathroom.
"Qiqi! Are you at He Yingdong's place?"
"Mom, why are you calling me so early in the morning?"
Li Jiaqi stood in front of the vanity mirror, looking at her messy hair and slightly swollen eyes.
"Let me tell you, don't be with He Yingdong! Pack your things and come back to me immediately!"
"Mom, why are you getting involved?"
