You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

At this time, Qingmang was still in a severe coma. Although he was conscious, he couldn't wake up. He vaguely heard Lu Yanmu calling her name, but he couldn't wake up.

She could feel everything around her was cold. The place where she lay was cold, even her breathing was cold, only holding her hand, it was warm.

Feeling the familiar temperature, Qingmang knew that it was Lu Yanmu, but she couldn't wake up or open her eyes.

Her body, everything she had, was out of her control. I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids seemed to be filled with a thousand pounds of lead, and I couldn't even open them.

During the ups and downs, several times she felt like she was going to die, but she was thinking of a person who she could never let go of in her life.

Several times she felt like she was going to die, so she just slept, but another person in her subconscious told her that she could not, she must not. In front of her eyes, there is another person who needs her, and she can't die yet.

I don't know if it was her own illusion, but several times she saw another person who looked exactly like her, like another self, the aura between her brows was something she didn't have now.

Before she was in a trance, she seemed to see the memories that had been sealed before.

In her memory, she was not what she imagined. Everything around her seemed to be a different scene, and everything became unfamiliar. She was no longer the Gu Zhai she had been familiar with since childhood.

There seemed to be a layer of fog shrouded in front of her. She wanted to see it clearly, but the fog kept revolving around her, thinking it was deliberately covering it up, and she didn't want her to dig out this sealed memory.

Qingmang was very uncomfortable. She seemed to be in a coma, but she actually entered a different situation.

Everything in the dream looked unfamiliar, but there was a faint feeling in her heart that told her: this is the most real, this is what she has experienced, those memories in her mind are rooted in by others, are Does not exist, the memory of another person does not belong to her.

The more Qingmang thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became. She wanted to open her eyes to see, but she couldn't see anything clearly. It was as if a piece of her heart had been dug out, and the most important thing was missing, leaving her nowhere to go. The way to think clearly, as long as I think about it, my head will burst and hurt, and my body is completely out of her control. I have to break free and split with her.

In the entanglement, a light suddenly emerged, and a scene followed.

In a back garden, a girl in a white cotton and linen dress with two ponytails on her head stood under a peach blossom tree. I don't know what she heard, she looked back and smiled.

That smile instantly made the peach blossoms beside her lose their color.

Qingmang also heard footsteps coming from behind, light and faint, followed by the familiar aura, but it was much lighter, but she knew that it was Lu Yanmu...

Why did Lu Yanmu appear here? What does he have to do with this little girl, what does this dream have to do with her?

This was not her first dream, but the second time, what information this dream wanted to tell her.

Could it be that this dream has something to do with her?

The more she thought about it, Qingmang only felt that her head was hurting. There was a power that had to come from her heart, from her mind, struggling to get out of her control.