Chapter 17 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

At last, Ning Huanxin settled on a book titled “Foundational Skills of a Performer” before she lay down on her bed. This nonfiction book, filled with technical subjects, was truly hypnotizing, and it was not long before Ning Huaxin’s eyelids were heavy.

Not long after, Ning Huanxin fell asleep.

“It’s very cold!”

“This is so uncomfortable.”

In Ning Huanxin’s dream, a female voice rang in her ears relentlessly.

The surroundings were dark and humid, there was the stinking smell of decomposition in the air.

This place…

The basement?

“Why didn’t you come and save me? Did you know that my child and I have been waiting for you? We have always been waiting for you.”

“Where are you? Where have you been?”

The woman’s voice grew increasingly grievous and lonely, to the point of craziness at the end.

The light was already switched off in the room.

The curtains were not drawn, and the moonlight streamed in through the windows, reflecting on Ning Huanxin’s face. Ning Huaxin was sleeping rather uncomfortably as her brows were furrowed, and her beautiful face had a painful expression.

In that instant, a blast of cold air blew in, suddenly drawing the curtains close. They covered the entire mirror situated in the corner of the room.

A faint fragrance floated in the room, and Ning Huanxin finally settled peacefully in her bed. Her furrowed brows also began to ease slowly.

How familiar…

The voice from her dreams finally disappeared. Ning Huanxin smelled a familiar scent, making her feel comfortable instantly. Her facial expression also turned peaceful.

Ning Huanxin woke up early the next morning.

After a good night’s sleep, she woke up groggy. The heavy curtains were drawn, but some beams of light managed to find their way into the room, casting a dim glow. Ning Huanxin could not help but rub her eyes.