"Shen Yi, what’s wrong with you?" Ye Wanwan watched as Shen Yi’s face in the video suddenly twisted in pain, and she couldn’t help but frown.
"What did you say?" Shen Yi faintly heard the familiar voice, and even before his brain could react, he had unconsciously asked.
"I said what’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale, are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Ye Wanwan was somewhat anxious, as Shen Yi in the video indeed seemed very uncomfortable.
Shen Yi took a deep breath, trying hard to control his emotions, "It’s nothing, I just bumped my knee against the desk."
Although Shen Yi was now in a hotel, it was clear from the background that he was still working; he was merely taking a break to video call Ye Wanwan.
"Be careful, alright?" Ye Wanwan didn’t doubt him, since she herself often bumped into things, sometimes to the point of crying from the pain.
"Right, how many days until you’re back?" Ye Wanwan asked the question she had posed earlier.
"If everything goes well, I should be back the day after tomorrow."
"Okay then, I won’t keep you, you better hurry up with your work and go rest."
After the video call ended, Shen Yi remained seated without moving, his mind still in turmoil.
What had just happened to him? Why did he suddenly feel that way?
Was it because of Wanwan’s words?
But what was so special about that sentence?
Shen Yi felt a persistent sense of unease surging in his heart, his heartbeat getting faster, as if something big was about to happen.
What could it possibly be?
Shen Yi took a deep breath, trying to regulate his breathing, and then continued working, apparently planning to divert his attention in this way.
But Shen Yi’s heart couldn’t settle down; having barely managed to finish his work, he went to shower, preparing to rest.
Lying in bed, the room pitch black, the faint lights of various electronics were on; still, that feeling of unease clung to Shen Yi.
Just lying there, Shen Yi didn’t know when he drifted into a fitful sleep.
"Shen Yi, why did she die! Why did she have to die!"
"Shen Yi, stop drinking, even if you drink yourself to death she won’t come back!"
"Shen Yi, the dead can’t be brought back to life; you can’t keep on ."
"Sir, your wife, she’s gone."
All kinds of voices were in his ears; Shen Yi struggled to break free, but he couldn’t escape.
With a "bang!", Shen Yi’s eyes snapped open, and a flash of white lightning streaked across the dark bedroom.
Shen Yi’s breathing was rapid, his head drenched in sweat, and he stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
He had just had a bizarre dream, the quickly fading fragments left him completely unaware of what he had dreamt.
But one thing he was certain of—Ye Wanwan had died in his dream!
Another streak of lightning struck, illuminating the room for an instant through the curtains, followed by deafening thunder.
Shen Yi then fully came back to his senses, propping himself up and sitting on the bed; Ye Wanwan had died in his dream!
Shen Yi quickly turned on the light, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and tried to call Ye Wanwan.
But at that moment, Shen Yi’s hands were shaking; it took him two tries to unlock the phone before he was able to call Ye Wanwan.