Lin Yixun had many dreams. She dreamt of being locked in a cold cell with no lights, no bed, not even a blanket to keep her warm.
She pounded the cold iron door with all her might, shouting desperately, but outside the hallway was pitch black and empty, not a single shadow in sight.
Suddenly, a bright light shone in front of her, piercing her eyes so she couldn't open them. When she finally focused, she saw two people standing outside the iron door—Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying.
Cheng Ying nestled like a bird in Leng Yixiu's arms, her face adorned with delicate makeup, wearing a victorious smile as if to say: Lin Yixun, you can't defeat me. Look, the man you love, everything you have, will all be mine.
And the man holding Cheng Ying tightly, looked down at her like a king, his gaze cold and arrogant, as if she were not a person, but an ant, beneath his feet.
"Get out, all of you!"
