What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

"When a person starts thinking about how to gain someone else's trust, he has already fallen into her trap."

"And you don't have to pay any price to get the result you want."

"——I will obey you absolutely."

A familiar voice, speaking in the most gentle tone and the most casual manner, spoke in my ears.

It was as if he really wanted to teach her something.

But it also seemed like he was talking to himself.

——Song Shu opened his eyes and checked the time.

Five twenty in the morning.

Without a doubt, it was the voice of her future self left in her mind.

At 5:20 in the morning on March 18th, it was drizzling outside the window.

Song Shu wanted to get up, but Fu Ying's arms were tightly around her waist. If she changed her position casually, she would wake her up.

There was more than just sound in the dream. She seemed to be experiencing a cruel cold devastation in her dream.

The wind blowing towards the body was sharper than a blade made of solid ice. Even with the protection of the body by mental strength, one could not stop shaking.

She seemed to be in a hurry. The figure in front of her was shaking, and one person turned into two or three overlapping shadows, making it impossible to see clearly.

At that time, she bit her lips and tasted the warm blood. She was almost losing consciousness. A warm bonfire seemed to appear in front of her eyes, as well as faces whose features could not be clearly seen, but she could clearly feel the laughter and joy.

Soon, her body could no longer withstand the cold wind and the snow that covered her calves. She felt unprecedentedly tired and sleepy. She no longer felt cold and wanted to just sit down and let her body rest.

Song Shu, Song Shu. Someone was calling her like this.

Don't sleep, Song Shu. Someone walked back with difficulty and helped her up.

But her body seemed to have returned to its original state, the comfort and tranquility of being soaked in amniotic fluid in the mother's womb. Her consciousness was lazy and she didn't want to get up.

Song Shu, don't freeze to death here. An anxious female voice called her name, and there seemed to be some sobs in her throat.

Don't die, don't die. This repetition continued uncontrollably, with the real hatred released through gritted teeth.

If you die, will he be left alone in there? We can't just give up like this.

We will have a chance, we will have a chance.

As long as we reach purple level sooner——

"Meow."

Song Shu stared at the ceiling and heard a faint cat's meow. Then the bed shook slightly and soft fur touched the back of her hand which was placed outside the quilt.

The civet cat curled up against the edge of the quilt. Song Shu stroked its back from time to time, holding his breath and concentrating on thinking.

"Um... baby." A soft female voice sounded beside her ears, and Fu Ying's nose touched her cheek and rubbed it gently, "Are you awake already? So early?"

Song Shu's fingers trembled uncontrollably as he touched the black cat's back.

She was extremely confused and uneasy about the brief, immersive memory in her dream.

That's not her memory.

Yes, that's right, because she is now at the purple level, and the person who was trying to support herself in the ice and snow, murmuring with hatred - is Bo Li.

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"Well, didn't you go to bed early last night?" Even though there were many storms in his heart, Song Shu didn't show it on his face at the moment, and his tone was very calm, "I didn't wake you up, why did you wake up?"

"If you move, I will exit deep sleep mode." Fu Ying said, pressing his lips to her earlobe, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

——Are you hiding something from me? Song Shu didn't say anything, but this thought popped up in his mind.

Although she was previously very passive because of the hallucinations and voices, after the inexplicable memories that appeared in the past few days and the tragic ending she had predicted, she couldn't help but think about other things.

Doubt was like a cup of bitter wine. She held the cup, drinking it was painful, and not drinking it was even more torturous.

And she had to swallow it.

She didn't dare to think further, because that would mean she would overturn all existing speculations, including -

"Can't sleep?" Fu Ying's hand slid into her pajamas and kneaded her slowly, her eyes still closed. "Are you having a nightmare again?"

"...It's okay." Song Shu said, "Also, Booker is here."

"Let the cat get out of here." Fu Ying said as a wisp of black mist rushed out towards the civet cat. The cat scratched the black mist violently with its claws and was tied up and thrown into the living room. The bedroom door slammed shut.

"Why are you competing with a cat?" Song Shu turned over, but Fu Ying stuck close to her and gave her small kisses.

“You can’t let it watch the live broadcast, right?”

"Go away."

"Be good and don't make trouble, and I'll give you a massage."

Fu Ying muttered softly, and Song Shu opened his eyes to think about something, so he just let her do what she wanted.

A few seconds later, Fu Ying asked behind her: "Why are you distracted?"

"Because I want to get up." Song Shu lifted the quilt, and the cool air penetrated into the bed. She took the clothes from the chair and changed them. "I'm going to take a walk outside."

"It's raining." Fu Ying lost her sleepiness and romantic thoughts, grabbed her coat and put it on, "Are you worried about something?"

"You can't say it's a worry." Song Shu shrugged, "It's okay, you don't have to follow me, I'll go out and take a look."

"..."

Fu Ying watched her leave with a frown on her face.

Song Shu washed her face with cold water and then brushed her teeth. The bristles of the toothbrush were a bit hard and they hurt her gums a little.

She spit out foam and began to rinse her mouth, her mouth filled with the refreshing scent of mint.

Fu Ying had been standing quietly in her peripheral vision, waiting silently.

"Every time you say you're fine, you're actually fine."

Song Shu took a cold towel and walked over to gently wipe her face: "If I tell you that I have something wrong, will you be relieved?"

Fu Ying grabbed her slender wrist, with a bitter look on his lips: "What did you see in your nightmare? I know it's not as simple as you said."

One second, two seconds, the clock ticked away, and just like the drizzle outside the window, the rhythm and heartbeat began to synchronize.

Song Shu looked at Fu Ying and felt a strange fear for no reason, as if a bug was crawling under his skin.

Finally, she pulled her hand away and felt her eyes getting hot.

"What do you think I'll see? Tell me."

Song Shu said softly.

The rain outside the window began to fall heavily.