Qin Mo had dreamt all night long, tossed and turned by that faceless man in her dream.
She woke up nestled in her soft comforter, her cheeks flushed red.
Still a bit out of it, her gaze seemed to float.
What was wrong with her!
Could it be that she had been teased by that man, which caused such a dream? The man in her dream overlapped with that night five years ago, and she still couldn't make out his face.
Qin Mo reached out and touched her red lips, as if she could still recall the sensations from the night before.
There was a slight pain.
He must be a dog, she thought!
She rubbed her head and immediately sat up. It was still early outside, with the curtains fluttering. Her cellphone on the nightstand began to vibrate, which completely dispelled Qin Mo's sleepiness, and she picked it up to see a strange number.
Qin Mo frowned but still answered the call.
"Hello, Qin Mo."
It was a familiar female voice.