C439 The Real One(2)

Late at night, Lu Qingrann was lying on the bed. She did not cover herself with the blanket, but she was sweating profusely. Her hands nervously grabbed onto the bed sheet, and her dry lips trembled slightly.

"Don't..."

"Why is it..."

"Don't come over..."

In her dream, looking at the bottomless abyss behind her, Lu Qingrann's entire heart was trembling