Chapitre 21: Chapter 21 Anxiety

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Why would she have such a dream?

The dream was too real, leaving her momentarily with the sensation it truly existed.

Qiao Zhaoyue stretched out her hand to touch the violently throbbing spot on her chest, only to feel a fierce pain, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

She covered her mouth, coughing until her throat was hoarse before stopping, as her vision slowly cleared up.

Besides her, there was no one else in the room.

A dream... After all, it was just a dream.

She threw off the thin blanket and walked barefoot on the soft carpet toward the bathroom, scooping up some cold water to splash on her face.

Her reflection in the mirror was haggard and bewildered, with bloodshot eyes and pale lips tinged with a hint of crimson.

Qiao Zhaoyue pulled out a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth.

She looked up at herself in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh.