“My dreams are different from yours. Your dreams are all about a single scene, an independent world that belongs to you.”
“But I am different. I was born in a hospital, and the hospital is my entire world. Therefore, I can wander through different nightmares…”
As Jing Yunkui spoke, the expression on Hua Yin's face suddenly changed. His crimson lips tightened, and he took a big step towards Jing Yunkui, raising his hand to grip Jing Yunkui's neck tightly.
A murderous aura filled the space between them.
Hua Yin's grip tightened, causing blood to seep from Jing Yunkui's fingertips.
Both of them were outlaws, both were madmen.
Hua Yin's gaze fell upon the hospital behind Jing Yunkui, and he coldly said, “How long have you been lurking here? How many people from my side are in your hospital?!”
The hospital seemed to be devouring all those with twisted and desperate hearts, existing in a world of “nightmares” and “death.”