Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

I could clearly feel the chill on her.

"Zhou Xiran, I just want you to live better than die!" Zhao mengyan's cold mouth.

The sharp nails climbed up my arm bit by bit, and then wandered back and forth between my clavicles, making my hair stand upright.

"Zhou Xiran, wouldn't it be too cheap for me to kill you? Do you think so? "

"What do you want!" My body is tight. Although I know this is my dream, I can't help but fear and fear Zhao mengyan. I don't know why I dream of her again and again, but this dream is really a terrible thing for me, which makes me scared.

"I want you to collapse bit by bit, and then end yourself. I want you to be discredited and become a sinner in everyone's eyes. I want you to be pointed at!" Every word of Zhao mengyan made me cold all over.

Su ran, I opened my eyes.

I am in my own room, with a snow-white ceiling above my head, and the room is filled with a faint smell of tobacco.

It's so light that I can hardly smell it.

I sat up fiercely, and sure enough, I saw another person in the room besides me.

"Huo Yancheng, why are you here?" I opened my mouth and found my voice hoarse and ugly.

"I found you living here on the way, so I'll follow you." Huo Yancheng said.

I didn't investigate how he came in. At this time, I felt very sick and didn't have the mood to care.

"Xi ran, did you have a nightmare just now?" He sat down by the bed and reached out to grab my hand.

I subconsciously retracted, "well."

Huo Yancheng's hand was stiff and hung in the air. Finally, he took it back slowly.

"Are you all right now?" He asked me.

I hold my head in my hand. The dream just now is too real. I can't slow down at all. My eyebrows are slightly wrinkled together. "It's all right. I've been thinking too much lately."

"Why don't you live at home now and come out?" Huo Yancheng couldn't understand what I said about moving out.

"It's easier to live alone." I answered perfunctorily.

I don't know whether Huo Yancheng knows that Zhao mengyan has returned, but I don't want to tell him that if he knows that Zhao mengyan has returned, he will let someone investigate Zhao mengyan, and I subconsciously don't want him to get involved in this matter.

Zhao mengyan's return is obviously aimed at me.

"Huo Yancheng, I feel very tired and want to have a good rest. Can you leave, please?" I looked at Huo Yancheng and spoke directly. I found that my current state was very wrong, but I didn't want Huo Yancheng to know.

He seemed to have something to say to me, but he hesitated for a long time and didn't say anything. He just got up and looked at me deeply and turned away from the room.

When the door was closed, I breathed out a little and lay down on my back.

In my mind is the scene when I was dreaming just now.

Am I really worried too much to lead to this situation?

Now is the 21st century, no one will believe in ghosts and gods, so dreaming is not artificially controllable. Except myself, no one else can know what I will dream of.

I scratched my hair irritably. It seems that I really put too much pressure on myself after knowing that Zhao mengyan came back. Sometimes I even feel like I'm going to run away.

A few days later, I found that I always saw strange things when I went out.