Chapter 97: You guys don't have anything better to do?

  That white-clothed handsome man who seems like a god in my heart, why is he holding a sharp sword and pointing it at me?

  "Suo Er, it's fate that we're like this, don't force me." Yi Qian Xun's voice was trembling, the hand grasping the sword and pointing at my throat was also trembling. My throat was already dripping with blood due to his trembling.

  "Kill him, she actually wanted to protect him, then there's only one way out - death!" Song Ming didn't know when he also drew his sword, and in the blink of an eye, his hand touched Yi Qian Xun's hand. Yi Qian Xun couldn't bring himself to kill me, and his hand swayed slightly, but it was too late. The blade stabbed deeply into the lower part of my collarbone.

  I grasped the sword, feeling no pain, nor speaking a word. I simply shook my head, tears streaming down my face, as I gazed at them. Their eyes were filled with shock and terror, watching me without even daring to blink, as if I would vanish into thin air at any moment.

  "Brother and sister, brother and sister..." Someone was shaking me who had already fainted, but I just felt sorrowful and didn't want to wake up again.

  "Little brother and sister, are you okay?" Someone else was shaking me, seemingly determined not to stop until I woke up.

  I had no choice but to force myself to open my eyes and found that the only person anxiously staring at me was Song Ming.

  I instinctively touched the right side of my collarbone, and surprisingly there was no wound? I took another look and found myself sitting in a carriage, letting out a long sigh, only to realize that it was just a dream after all.

  What a close call, what a close call was just a dream. But this dream is too real, it came too suddenly, and in my heart, I inexplicably worry about that handsome young man who was stabbed, I don't know why?

  Thinking about it, many of the female leads in the time-traveling novels I've read over the years have had dreams like this, and to some extent, their subsequent dreams often come true.

  But there are some things that are opposite of dreams and reality. Let's say someone like Yichuan, how could he draw his sword against a weak woman like me?

  It's just a mediocre person comforting himself.

  Song Ming looked at me with a mixture of surprise, anger and laughter, and suddenly asked: "What's wrong with you?" I was stunned for a moment, wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of my eyes and said: "I had a nightmare."