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Before he left, Tang Zhi Ming had promised Kang Zeyu that he would rest well.

And this night, Kang Zeyu had a bad dream.

In the dream, he saw me.

However, the me in his dreams, a pale face, thin as a bamboo pole.

I reached out my hand to him, then asked for help with a cold voice.

"Ze Yu, save me, save me!"

My voice was like a demon note, echoing within Kang Zeyu's heart.

"Meng Yao