In the dream, there was an endless sea.
Wild wind, huge waves, salty and cold, savagely slapped against her face.
She struggled desperately inside... struggling...
Yet it seed as if sothing was trapping her, and she couldn’t break free.
Her hair stuck wetly to her face, indistinguishable whether it was seawater or blood, just sticky and uncomfortable.
’Bang bang bang!’
She desperately pounded on sothing, shouting in despair.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, surging seawater flooded into her mouth, she swallowed an unknown amount, choking her almost to suffocation.
Breathing beca increasingly difficult, suppressive as if soone was strangling her neck.
Her limbs flailed wildly, struggling, attempting to escape this cage.
Yet, unfortunately, all was in vain.
The world grew darker, the underwater world began to blur.
She got colder and colder, surroundings seed heavy as stone, gradually losing sensation.
But, in the silence.
It seed she could hear all sorts of ergency and alarm sounds... the noise of the crowd...
She wanted to open her eyes and look, but her eyelids were too heavy.
She was so, so tired... her cold lips pale, shivering constantly.
"Xiao Mo! Xiao Mo!" Fu Nancheng lightly shook her.
Seeing her face extrely pale, with fine sweat beads seeping from her forehead, his eyes were tinted with worry.
"Xiao Mo!"
Finally!
Qiao Mo slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sowhat dazed.
The world seed blurred, but as it gradually cleared, she realized.
The room was very quiet, there was no noise, no suffocation, and no seawater...
His outline gradually beca clear, Qiao Mo’s eyes were sowhat moist, she clung tightly to his neck, not making a sound.
"It’s okay... it’s okay." He gently patted her back, calming with a deep voice.
Fu Nancheng stayed with her for a long ti until the sky darkened. Only then did he take her to the car.
With his chin against her forehead, he softly said: "Xiao Mo."
"Mm." Qiao Mo was already much better by this ti, but she was still limp.
"Co back to Nanshan Villa with ." Fu Nancheng hesitated for a mont, but ultimately spoke up.
The place she rented was too small, and many things were inconvenient.
This ti, Qiao Mo didn’t refuse. She just thought, as long as she could be with him, it was fine.
At night, Fu Nancheng coaxed her for a while before Qiao Mo fell asleep. Fortunately, the conditions at Nanshan Villa were much better than her rented place, allowing her to relax a bit.
Fu Nancheng gently closed the bedroom door, turned around and walked to the study.
The desk in the study was neatly arranged with the photos from today.
He sat at the desk, carefully looked through them one by one, his brows furrowed, eyes carrying an unresolved gloom.
"Shi Liu."
"Young Master." Shi Liu pushed the door open and ca in.
"Have you found out who sent the stuff?" Fu Nancheng asked coldly.
"The wrapping paper, envelope, and photos have all been examined, there were only a child’s fingerprints, nothing else, the other party did it very cleanly."
"According to surveillance, the one who delivered the gift was a sixteen-year-old boy. He said a woman in a black coat, with a headscarf and sunglasses, gave him the items, and paid him a hundred bucks to take them to the Empire Hotel."
"Any other information?"
"There’s no other clue for now. Additionally, there hasn’t been any movent from the Chen family or the Shen family recently, they can be basically ruled out as suspects." Shi Liu spoke again.
Fu Nancheng didn’t speak, his gaze fell on the photos.
It seems that clues can only be found in the photos. But, what do these things have to do with Xiao Mo?
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