That night, the nightmare returned.
Xia Lu suddenly woke from her sleep and sat up in the darkness. She reached out and touched her forehead, finding it covered with fine beads of sweat. Turning her head, she saw the balcony door was tightly shut, and the room's air conditioner was set to 24 degrees, which was not hot.
Her consciousness still lingered in the nightmare she just had, and her heart was still beating fast.
To calm herself, she picked up the cell phone that was beside her, and there was a message on it.
Luo Fan had been rushed to the emergency room.
She felt like she had been struck in the chest by a blunt object. The message was from Fang Ailing.
Xia Lu immediately got up, opened the balcony door, and walked in, then dialed Fang Ailing's number.
"Auntie?"
