Xia Chuyi had a dream, in which she returned to the military guesthouse on that day.
Outside the guesthouse, the world was a frozen expanse of ice and snow; inside the room, her body burned like hot coals, her restlessness unbearable.
She was pinned under the body of a robust man.
The temperature of the man's body was even higher than hers.
The dream was too realistic; Xia Chuyi struggled to open her eyes and lifted her weak arms, trying to touch the man's handsome face.
"Huo... Shi... Qian..."
Her lips trembling, tears of a physical reaction flowed ceaselessly.
All of this marked the beginning of a nightmare... A surge of fury suddenly rose in her heart, her eyes flashed with intensity, she put strength into her arms, pulling the two of them closer, opened her mouth, and fiercely bit down on his robust neck.
Her resistance only provoked a more intense reaction from the man.
The night passed in this manner.
When she came to her senses again, Xia Chuyi was staring dazedly at the ceiling of the guesthouse.
The real sensation of pain told her this was not a dream.
So, had she been reborn? Had she returned to that morning which she had desperately wished to end, to that morning which had led her life into a great tragedy?
In her last life, when she woke up and found herself defiled by a stranger, she had completely broken down, crying and waking up the drugged Huo Shiqian.
Huo Shiqian woke up with a cold expression and questioned her if it was her who had drugged him.
What had her response been at the time?
She had heard his words and hysterically screamed, calling him a rapist and lunging at him to tear at him.
She couldn't quite remember Huo Shiqian's reaction because right after, the voice of her cousin Xia Lan came from outside the door.
Xia Lan had come with He Qing and his comrades to look for her.
At that time, her mind had been a complete mess, filled with hatred for the man before her. She had been clinging to Huo Shiqian, and the door was quickly forced open by the people outside.
Xia Lan and her party entered, immediately seeing her and Huo Shiqian in their disheveled state.
After that, Huo Shiqian was reassigned to a mysterious unit in the Southwest due to personal conduct issues, while her engagement was called off by He Qing and she returned home heartbroken.
Reflecting on this, Xia Chuyi felt that this nightmare, though it seemed to be hers, was actually more of Huo Shiqian's.
He was a fine military officer, who had been dragged down by her and nearly had his career cut short.
But fortunately, in the end, he still climbed to a high position.
Many years later, she would often see his interviews on television, while his name had become one that even search engines needed to censor.
"Was it you who drugged me last night?" The man's voice rang in Xia Chuyi's ears.
Huo Shiqian's question was exactly the same as in her past life.
This time, she was no longer hysterical.
"I..." She began, only to discover that her throat was very hoarse.
"Speak up, who sent you?" The man asked coldly, his face stern.
Rubbing her throat, she calmly looked at him.
How strange it was, the demonic voice from her memory that seemed cold and heartless, now sounded deep and magnetic to her.
Huo Shiqian, in this life, let's be a bit more harmonious.
Xia Chuyi silently wished in her heart.