At the beginning it was Su Wan. Su Wan stood in front of Mo Lingwei, smiling like a flower and calling her name, "Lingwei, my child."
"Mother, I miss you so much." Mo Lingwei ran over quickly, wanting to hug her, but saw that Su Wan's delicate and beautiful face was wilting like a flower, and soon turned into a skeleton tortured by a serious illness before she died. Skinny.
Su Wan stared at her with empty eyes, "It's because of you that I died in depression."
As soon as the screen changed, Xiu'er's desolate cry came from next to my ear, "Auntie, I almost died because of you."
Mrs. Feng's face appeared behind her: "If it weren't for you, my Shaoqing would not have died, you are the disaster of our family, and my Shaojin would not be fascinated by your obsession... .
Our Feng family will not be destroyed! "
Mo Jinlan's bloody body lay in the majestic heavy rain, shouting over and over again: "Mo Lingwei, I died so badly, I died for you, you killed me."
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Mo Lingwei looked at the scenes that appeared in front of her, her hands and feet were cold, she wanted to scream, but her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't scream at all.
He wanted to argue, but lost his voice.
He wanted to escape, but found himself pinned in place, unable to even move.
Mo Lingwei was wrapped in fear and panic. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face these people, but those people could pass through her mind...
"Ling Wei, Ling Wei." The man pulled her back from the dream with a low and anxious voice, Feng Shaojin held her small face in his callused palm, and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead .
Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, and she saw the familiar roof. Her eyes were empty and lifeless. After a while, she gathered her focus and slowly saw the man in front of her clearly.
"Shaojin." She called Feng Shaojin, and when she realized that she could speak, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
"I'm here." Feng Shaojin held her shoulders with both hands, helped her up, put a pillow behind her, and asked in a low voice, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Mo Lingwei wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and nodded.
"Dreams are all fake, don't be afraid." Feng Shaojin asked in a low voice: "What did you dream about?"
Mo Lingwei thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. The scenes in those dreams were too real and terrifying, and she didn't want to repeat them again.
Seeing that she refused to speak, Feng Shaojin stopped asking: "Eat something, Yun Liu said that you have a bad appetite at noon, so you only ate a little."
He brought bird's nest porridge and fed it to her lips.
Mo Lingwei ate more than half a bowl of bird's nest porridge and less than half a bowl of Cordyceps hen soup, and she was full.
Feng Shaojin went to the study, took two medical books and put them next to her pillow, and said with a smile: "You are a medical student, and you were the most sensible in the past. I never thought that you would be frightened by dreams."
Mo Lingwei was lying on the bedside, flipping through the medical books in her hand, still in a daze.
The bedroom was dark, Feng Shaojin lit the lamp, and the handwriting on the books became more clearly visible.
Thinking by day and dreaming by night.
She thought, she must be too guilty to have such a dream.
After Feng Shaojin fed her dinner, Mo Lingwei randomly picked up some of the leftovers into his mouth, and he filled his stomach, so he called Yun Liu to come in to pack the dishes, and left the bedroom.
Feng Shaojin is a keen person, just glanced at Yun Liu, and found that Yun Liu looked at him with unprecedented hostility and ferocity.
Feng Shaojin didn't pay much attention, and hurriedly went to the study to discuss matters with his confidant.
Because of the fact that Mo Lingyuan sent his army south, the people in the study were divided into two factions, and they were arguing...