She doesn't want to pretend anymore

At the same time, Manshu was also awakened by the sound of thunder and lightning.

She thought back to that stormy night, before the flash flood, the blood everywhere, the women's grim smiles, the men's indifference...

It was only three in the morning when I woke up.

She couldn't sleep.

Yan Zhan also couldn't sleep like her.

He dreamed again that he was flying a helicopter to rescue someone, but in the end he had to watch the person being swallowed up by a mountain torrent, leaving no trace of his body.

At first, I couldn’t see the other person in the dream.

But tonight, he dreamed that the last person reached out his hand to him. It was a hand that was very familiar to him - Manshu!

Thinking that Manshu was in danger and he was powerless to save him.

Yan Zhan woke up suddenly.

He got up, put on a bathrobe, stood by the window and stared for a while, then went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.

After drinking the water, I still felt uneasy.

Manshu's face kept appearing in Yan Zhan's mind. What would that face look like if it was filled with expectation, fear, and despair?

The cell phone at the bedside table rang suddenly, and Yan Zhan felt a splitting headache.

I picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from Manshu!

"Hello?" the man's voice was hoarse.

Manshu made the call on impulse. In fact, she was about to hang up, but Yan Zhan answered the call immediately.

"Uncle San, why haven't you slept yet so late?" Manshu said embarrassedly.

She couldn't sleep herself and woke others up, which was very rude.

"I slept, had a dream, and woke up with a start."

Wake up?

Manshu was stunned. Yan Zhan was known as the living devil. How could someone like him wake him up?

"What a coincidence! I was also woken up by a nightmare." Manshu spoke faster than his brain.

"Yeah." Yan Zhan thought of the scene when she was swallowed by the mountain torrent. He clenched his fingers around the phone and couldn't muster up any energy.

He didn't know why he kept dreaming about that scene.

But if a person keeps dreaming about danger, it is definitely a reminder.

He is not superstitious, but he trusts his intuition.

"Uncle San, what did you dream about?" Hearing the long silence over there, Manshu saw another thunder outside, and his heart suddenly rose. He simply found a topic to continue chatting with Yan Zhan.

At this time, perhaps only Yan Zhan could help her overcome her fear.

After all, among all the people who have appeared in her life, Yan Zhan is the most powerful.

"I dreamed of you..." Yan Zhan paused. It was fine for him to have this kind of dream alone. There was no need to make Manshu scared too.

"I dreamed that you were crying."

As soon as Manshu heard it, she knew Yan Zhan was lying, but since he didn't want to say it, she didn't force him.

I only said to Yan Zhan: "What a coincidence! I cried so hard in my dream because I dreamed that I met a murderer who cut open people's stomachs."

"In my dream, my stomach was cut open and blood was all over the floor. No matter how much I cried and screamed, it was useless. Third Uncle, if you were here, you would definitely be able to save me."

Manshu changed the dream a little and told it to Yan Zhan in a casual manner.

Yan Zhan's heart sank: I couldn't save you.

He suddenly felt that he should continue to dream.

Maybe, in his dream, even if he had to search the entire mountain, he would be able to find Manshu.

She won't die, and he won't let her die!

Yan Zhan didn't know how to comfort her, so he just said in a deep voice: "Well, I will save you."

No matter where or when you are.

Manshu and Yan Zhan didn't say much. She was actually very sleepy and suddenly had an idea: "Uncle San, I'm a little afraid of thunder and can't sleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?"