210 Ranran, don't cry

During Mo Xiuchen's business trip, Wen Ran had a nightmare once again.

She saw the little boy who had not appeared in her dreams for quite some time. His face was still unclear, but unlike previous times, her dream was no longer chaotic. It had a chronological sequence.

In her dream, she urged the boy to run. His frail figure trembled in the cold wind. The boy ran out of her sight, and then she was grabbed by several men.

The scene shifted, and she was held down on a cold experiment table. Someone was holding a syringe and aiming for her, mumbling something she couldn't hear. The person's smile was as frightening as a devil's.

She screamed and begged for mercy, but it was all in vain.

She watched in horror as the needle pierced her skin, and she bolted upright, wide awake.

Getting out from the bed, she poured a glass of water and drank it. It was only just two in the morning.