Chapter 388 - Nightmare
Qiao Mianmian was like his tranquilizer—she was able to make him relax better than any drug ever could.
The sweet floral smell was all around him, and he was completely at ease now. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep soon after.
…
On this night, even with Qiao Mianmian around, Mo Yesi had that nightmare again.
In his dreamscape, he’d gone back in time to the day he was kidnapped.
He was in a grimy and humid basement, his arms and legs were tied up, and a ball of cloth was stuffed in his mouth. His handsome face was so dirty, he didn’t even look like himself anymore.
He was being watched by an armed hooligan and was only given one bun a day to stay barely alive. The gangsters had something against the wealthier class and found joy in tormenting him by starving and hitting him.
They might have just beaten him to death if they hadn’t been relying on him for a handsome ransom.
In the dream, Mo Yesi was just like an outsider, looking in on the situation. He was looking at how quiet his young self was.
He waited for days until the Mo family came with the ransom.
They had called the police.
When the gangsters found out, they flew into a rage and wanted to kill him on the spot.
They got him into a car and sped off recklessly.
When the policemen gave chase, the gangsters drove the car off the cliff in a moment of panic.
He’d been very lucky.
He and the gangsters had fallen out of the car, and a policeman had grabbed him quickly and pulled him aside.
Just as everyone thought he was safe, one of the gangsters caught up from behind and began firing out of anger.
The policeman helping him up the cliff shielded him right away.
He took the bullet for him.
And then, the dreamscape went red.
Fresh blood spewed out from the policeman’s abdomen, and it soon dyed his entire outfit red.
His eyes were widened, his young face showing a longing expression, as he gradually stopped moving altogether.
Having been kidnapped for three whole days and beaten day and night, Mo Yesi hadn’t shed a single tear. But as the policeman lay beside him, tears came in waves.
This scene had become a haunting nightmare.
He looked at the glaring pool of redness and felt something like a stab to his heart. The pain spread to his extremities and took over his body.
It got harder to breathe.
He watched as his savior lay before him, the life fading from his eyes.
And yet, there was nothing he could do.
He wallowed in guilt and despair.
If it wasn’t for him, the policeman would still have been alive now.
If he hadn’t been so weak, he could have protected himself.
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If only…
“Mo Yesi—”
He was caught in a spiral inside his dreamscape, just like all the previous times. But this time, he suddenly heard a gentle voice by his ear, calling him with a sense of urgency and worry. “Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi…”
He felt a hand clutching his hand, giving him strength he never knew before.
His cold body slowly warmed up.