C982 The Terrible Man in the Dream

Suhara Zemei, who was still washing the dishes, seemed to have her expression turned a bit unsightly, and her brows hadn't relaxed for a single moment. She put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands and wiped them clean. When she returned to her bedroom, she suddenly stopped and covered her stomach with her hands. A thin layer of sweat had already started to seep out from her forehead