Han Yi didn't sit downstairs for too long before he went up to his room.
Upon opening the door, he saw Han Jiaojiao sitting on the bed with legs crossed, in a daze, with four round eggs nestled in the crook of her knees.
This sight was somehow amusing, cute, and a little pitiful, stirring something in Han Yi's heart.
He thought, Changyuan's words weren't without reason. The secrets she harbored were like a hidden tumor, harmless when untouched, but once accidentally pricked, the pus could blacken her entire heart.
He didn't want her to become like that...
Unfortunately, no matter how powerful his Ability was, he couldn't slice open her heart to uncover the secrets lying at its core. He could only search for clues within the fragmented pieces of her broken dreams.
In her dreams, why was she arguing with Su Xue?
In her dreams, why was she kidnapped by Qin Nanyi?
Why was he not in her dreams?
Could it be... he was dead?