That night, Jiang Chuyun was unable to find peace in her sleep.
The nightmare haunted her over and over again.
In the dream, her husband, Gong Zhensen, was holding Mo Yunqi's hand. Mo Yunqi was in a pristine wedding dress, and they walked together towards the wedding hall.
The long red carpet seemed to have no end. She wanted to grab him, but no matter what, she couldn't catch him.
"Zhensen, Zhensen, the one you love is me. You can't marry Yun Qi. The child she's carrying isn't yours, it isn't..."
But no matter how much she shouted, Gong Zhensen seemed not to hear her words, still affectionately holding Mo Yunqi's hand.
No, Zhensen!!
The feeling was too real, and she was frightened awake from the dream.
She could only feel her heart racing wildly, with a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
"Ah Chun, Ah Chun!"
She called out several times before someone responded from outside.
The bedroom lamp turned on, and the female butler Ah Chun hurried in.