Perhaps it was because she was pregnant and had finally relaxed.
Mu Yin had been sleeping quite well these past few days.
Even the sudden appearance of the Ghost-Faced Man hadn't affected her.
She hadn't been lying in bed for long when she actually fell asleep.
"Yinyin..." Suddenly someone called her.
A gentle voice, carrying the usual indulgence.
"Brother?" Mu Yin jolted awake, climbed out of bed excitedly, and followed the direction of the voice.
"Yinyin, don't come over..." The man's voice was repressed with pain.
As if enduring tremendous torture.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why can't I come over? You're not dead, right? I just knew you must still be alive..." Mu Yin cried, her feet involuntarily moving forward.
"Don't come here..." The man's voice gradually weakened.
Mu Yin finally arrived.
She saw a dark room with a bed, and a person was lying on it.
"Brother..." Mu Yin rushed forward, overwhelmed with emotion.
But before she could reach him—
