That night, Pei Chengyi jolted awake from a dream once again.
He was drenched in cold sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs as if it were trying to break free. In the dream, Xu Huan lay in a pool of blood, her pale hands hanging limply against the floor, her fingertips still stained with drying crimson. Her eyes were open, but she would never smile at him again.
The dream was too vivid—so vivid that it terrified him. Xu Huan had been missing for three days. Despite his efforts to track surveillance footage and scour every corner, there was not a single trace of her. Pei Chengyi knew for certain that those two lunatics, Xu Jiayan and Xu Jiaming, must have hidden her away. He had assigned men to tail them, but they had come up empty-handed; aside from their company and their respective workplaces, the two men barely went anywhere.
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