After Si Jinghuai left, Mu Ci leaned on the small pumpkin sofa and fell asleep.

She dreamed of herself in her previous life, walking in a fog, unable to find her direction.

Until someone pushed him hard, and he fell into the abyss in a trance!

"Ah!" She gasped, suddenly sat up from the sofa, gasping for breath.

The fresh scent of jasmine rushed into her chest, slowly soothing her fear.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his clothes were sticking to ...