"Liu Yan?"
"Liu Yan? Wake up."
My colleague called me several times before I finally managed to open my eyes.
"It's almost time to get off work, how can you still be asleep?"
Off work?
I looked up and saw that I was indeed at the office. The computer screen showed 9:50 PM, just ten minutes before getting off work.
So, was I just dreaming?
The feeling in the dream was too real, as if it had truly happened.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the inappropriate thoughts.
However, the more I tried not to think about it, the more uneasy I felt, reaching a peak of anxiety when I arrived at the alley.
I could clearly see two people arguing and then getting into a fight, exactly as I had seen in my dream.
No, this can't happen.
Jiang Yi absolutely cannot commit murder.
"Stop fighting, Jiang Yi! Stop it—"
I hurriedly ran forward.
But it was already too late.
Zhou Sicheng flipped his eyes like a dead fish, and a mixture of red and white substances flowed out from the gaping hole in his head.
I could no longer hold it in and vomited.
Jiang Yi patted my back to help me breathe, his tone urgent and worried: "A-Yan, why did you rush out so impulsively? If it weren't me today, but someone else, you might also have been harmed."
I vomited profusely, an unspeakable fear and pain enveloping me.
I clutched onto his collar tightly: "Do you know that killing someone means a prison sentence?"
"I know."
Jiang Yi appeared very calm, even though his face was covered in blood, his expression remained gentle.
"A-Yan, don't you want him dead?"
"But you can't drag yourself into this mess!"
I clasped my head in despair: "If you go to jail, I..."
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