At night, when Gu Xiaoxi went to sleep, she had a terrible nightmare.
Right when she was about to marry Quan Shaoqing, tragic news came, telling her that Quan Shaoqing had died!
Frightened, she broke out in a cold sweat, jumping out of bed.
It was only five thirty in the morning. Gu Xiaoxi, still unsettled, clutching her quilt, touched her forehead to find it covered in fine beads of sweat.
Looking at the sweat stains in the palm of her hand, she could hardly believe it. She was actually starting to care about him so much.
Five thirty, and she couldn't fall back asleep.
After washing up and getting dressed, she left her room.
The door to the room next to hers was tightly closed.
Gu Xiaoxi stood at the door for a good while, listening, but there was no sound inside, not even breathing. Her heart suddenly clenched, and without thinking, she pushed open Quan Shaoqing's room door.