The dream was too terrifying and too heart-wrenching, Jia Xuan woke up crying out loud.
"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! You liar, you liar!"
It was already broad daylight outside the window, the sky in autumn, deep blue and high.
Jia Xuan sat up abruptly, her face wet with tears, as if she had completely broken down.
Every day she carefully maintained her image, fearing the sudden appearance of Zhan Lingtao, leaving behind any unappealing impression that might make him disdain her, but at this moment, she didn't care about anything and cried hysterically.
Full of resentment, full of sadness.
As a girl about to turn eighteen, the emotions and secrets she had buried for so many years were pouring out with her tears. Why hadn't he, the one she cherished in her heart, come back yet, and instead given her such a dream?
She hated him to death, detested him to death, for making her miss him so much, for tormenting her, for making her so anxious.
