A strong wind suddenly blew outside.
A bolt of lightning struck down, instantly lighting up the room.
Jazmine woke up with a start, a layer of sweat on her back, and a sharp heaving in her chest.
In Jazmine's dream just now, she actually dreamed of the time when Yoselin had a miscarriage. At that time, Giancarlo grabbed Jazmine's neck and looked at Jazmine coldly, as if he was looking at trash.
The lights in the room suddenly turned on.
"You're awake?" A deep and cold voice suddenly sounded.
Jazmine subconsciously looked at the door, feeling a little chilly on her back. Looking at the man walking in through the door, Jazmine could not tell if it was a dream or reality.
Jazmine's hair stuck to both sides and her clear eyes seemed to be a little blank. She now looked like fragile porcelain that could break at any time. Seeing this, Giancarlo frowned slightly, and there was an inexplicable feeling of discomfort in his heart.