The night was heavy, the moonlight outside obscured by thick layers of clouds. Inside the room, the only light came from a dim bedside lamp, casting a faint halo.
Xu Huan curled up on the bed, fine beads of cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. Her fingers clutched the corner of the quilt so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Her breathing was rapid and ragged, as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she could not break free.
"No... no..." Her voice was low, spilling from her lips like a dream-muttered plea, laced with panic and helplessness.
Chapter 54