Fu Yan's body, dropped his handkerchief, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.The jade ring on his left thumb glowed faintly with a ghostly light, cold and chilling to the touch. It w...She didn't dare move. She wanted to live, to get out alive.

The man seemed to see her concern and chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, I won't take your life. Just eat."

His voice was like a siren's call, even in her most terrified state, Cao Man remained convinced by him, frantically grabbing the bread on the ground and shoving it into her mouth.

The man smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand, and gently patted her head as if soothing a well-behaved pet.

He whispered, “I won’t take your life so soon.”

Cao Man's hand paused as she stuffed the bread into her mouth.

The flickering light of the red candle danced in her eyes, yet her gaze was like an abyss, nothing but black, an endless expanse of darkness, devoid of even a glimmer.

Her tears streamed down her face, she couldn't utter a sound, she could only use her body to make gestures of pleading. The bread and milk were scattered on the floor.

The man glanced distastefully, stood up and took a step back, lamenting, “What a pity for the food.”

He didn't glance back at Cao Man again. He picked up the red candle on the table, turned and left the cellar.

That glimmer vanished completely. Cao Man swayed with the chains that bound her, struggling to call out, but all she could manage after half a day of fighting was a whimper. In the pitch-black space, she seemed to melt into the darkness itself.

......

An hour ago.

Huo Mingzheng sat in front of Fu Yan, still holding her arm. After listening to her words, he pondered for a few seconds, "Yan Yan, I haven't come over these nights."

He knew he couldn't pressure Fu Yan too much, so he didn't visit her too often.

Qin Heng teased him, saying that he felt distressed all day when he didn't see Fu Yan, and felt distressed all day when he saw Fu Yan.

He didn't say a single word she wanted to hear, but even so, he still wanted to see her.

Fu Yan frowned, mumbling, "Could this really be a dream"

Huo Mingzheng's eyes narrowed. He knew Fu Yanmeng had many dreams, and she used to have times when she couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, but basically it was in the middle of the night.

Once, while he was asleep, he felt a punch to his chest. He woke up and grabbed her small fist, pressing it against his chest, and questioned her.

She refused to say anything at first, but he kept pestering her until she finally blushed and admitted that she had dreamt of him with another woman.

She was caught in a nightmare at the time, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. Thinking that since it was a dream, she could do whatever she wanted in her dream, she punched him out of frustration. Unexpectedly, she actually hit him.

However, the current situation seems to be quite different.

Huo Mingzheng took advantage of her distraction and moved closer to her a few inches, his arm lightly encircling her. "What did you dream about"

Fu Yan couldn't describe the feeling, but she still told Huo Mingzheng, "I feel like someone touched my face, and I seem to have heard someone calling my name. Maybe I'm just too tired lately. Dr. Cheng said that people with Qi deficiency are prone to nightmares."

"Well," Huo Mingzheng moved closer a few inches, lowering his gaze to her face, "Have you been watching horror movies recently"

She unconsciously replied, "Since we broke up..."

Her words died on her lips.the nausea that surged up.Huo Mingzheng frowned, twisted the doorknob and went in. He first glanced at Fu Yan's face, then at the pool, empty, there was only dry vomit.He walked over, cupping Fu Yan's...