Inside the lounge.
Qiao An was exhausted, but her sleep was far from restful.
First came a voice in her dream, earnestly advising her to go to the hospital for a checkup and not to give up so easily. Then the dream shifted to patrolling a warehouse with her father, followed by a raging, monstrous inferno. Screams of pain, cries for help, blaring sirens, explosions, and the relentless crackle of flames detonated in her mind one after another.
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