Cheng Yu was struck by the despair and tragedy in Song Li’s voice. “Li…” Song Li, exhausted, closed his eyes and then opened them, revealing bloodshot eyes, “Do you know I keep having this nightmare? Xiaofu is holding a swaddled baby, smiling sweetly at me, saying, ‘Li, come see our child.’ I walk over, unable to control my legs, and slowly uncover the blanket. Guess what I see?” Cheng Yu frowned tightly, “Stop…” Song Li ignored him, a look of near-fear on his face, speaking rapidly and loudly, “I see a bloody, mangled mess. I jump in fright, and when I look up, Xiaofu is crying, saying, ‘What do I do? I don’t know where to put him?’ I try to run but can’t move, or no matter where I hide, Xiaofu is always there, grabbing my clothes, crying, ‘Why didn’t you want him? Why?'”
“Enough!” Cheng Yu could no longer bear it, cutting him off. Both men fell silent, breathing heavily, staring at each other with a mix of hostility and exhaustion. The wind howled mercilessly around them, carrying a mournful sound. After a while, Song Li said coldly, “Are you scared now? I keep having this dream, sometimes even waking up feels like a luxury. What should I do?” Cheng Yu’s face was ashen, his gaze fixed on Song Li, filled with regret, pity, hate, and helplessness, emotions intertwined for both Song Li and himself. Song Li leaned over the car’s roof for a moment, then lifted his face, “Let’s not talk about this. We both deserve it. Time is pressing now, focus on Liu Shiquan and his daughter, they’re bound to make a move soon.” Cheng Yu nodded, “Be careful.” Song Li forced a smile, “What do I have to fear? What can they do to me?” Cheng Yu laughed, “They’ll want to destroy you if their desperate plan is foiled. If they get to you first, it would be a great loss.” Song Li chuckled, then said seriously, “Don’t talk nonsense. Keep a close watch on them. I didn’t expect Liu Yi to be so ruthless, not even sparing her own mother.”
