"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..."