Fang Ti was right, and Yan Zhihuai was indeed trapped in a nightmare again.

In his dream, he returned to that nightmare place, the villa backing him and his mother firmly trapped him and his mother.

The night was gloomy, and the moonlight on the top of the head seemed to be filled with a hint of coldness.

Butler Li was pressing his small body to the corner step by step with blood on his head.

Mr. Li wiped the blood from his head with a handkerchief. It was when he was playing with a puppy in the villa and accidentally hit the little ball of the dog on his head and smashed his head.

After rubbing the blood, Butler Li kneaded the blood-stained handkerchief into a ball and threw it on the ground casually.

"Young Master, you are really unpleasant."

Butler Li in the dream was not as gentle as usual, his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, and his face looked particularly hideous under the white moonlight.

He suddenly made a move, grabbed his neck, and lifted his entire little body up.

He was raised up in the air, breathing poorly, kicking his legs in horror and pain, subconsciously slapping the hand that was pinching his neck.

But the little boy, who was only three or four years old, was almost pitifully weak in front of an adult.

Butler Li didn't care about his slap at all, with a cruel smile on his lips, "Anyway, no one in this world likes you. While you suffer while living, you also bring misfortune to others. It's better to just go from this one.

The world disappears. What do you think, young master?"

As the strength in Butler Li's hands increased, his brain gradually became lacking in oxygen and his consciousness became blurred.

At a young age, he deeply realized what death is.

In a trance, he seemed to hear his mother's cry for him, "Zhihuai, where are you--"

...

Yan Zhihuai opened his eyes suddenly.

The heart was clamoring loudly, and it exploded in my ears.

Among them, it seemed to be accompanied by Butler Li’s cruel and indifferent laughter.

Until a familiar voice of concern penetrated—

"Husband, you're finally awake!"

Yan Zhihuai's eyes, which had no focus, slowly focused on a beautiful face as beautiful as the moon.

"Titie..." He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was very dry.

Seeing that he woke up, Fang Ti breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the water cup that was placed beside him, "Come on, drink a little water first."

Yan Zhihuai sat up slowly, took the water cup, and took a slight sip.

The warm water flowed down the esophagus into the stomach, dispelling the bone-broken coldness, and he finally woke up completely.

Fang Ti wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while chanting, "Look at you, you can sweat a lot after sleeping."

Yan Zhihuai held her hand, took the tissue and wiped it by himself, with a little uncomfortable expression, "I'm sorry, I'm worried."

Fang Ti sat next to him and met his eyes, "What nightmare I just had? Can you tell me?"

"It's not a nightmare, actually."

Yan Zhihuai shook his head, and a bitterness spread across the corner of his mouth, "It's something that happened, but I forgot that memory before."

"Amnesia?" Fang Ti was stunned, "Is it a very bad memory?"

She remembered the unintentional fear when he was trapped by nightmare just now, as if it was from the bottom of her heart.

It should be a particularly bad memory.

The human brain is a very wonderful existence. When the owner encounters something bad, he or she will automatically turn on the self-protection mechanism and selectively forget a painful memory.

"Um."

Yan Zhihuai's Adam's apple rolled for a moment and responded softly.

Back then, when Butler Li tried to kill him, his mother's timely voice saved him.

But perhaps because of the fear deep in his heart, he woke up and actually forgot all that memory.

If he had not forgotten and expose the true face of Butler Li in time, perhaps his mother would not have died...

After listening to Yan Zhihuai's story, Fang Ti remained silent for a long time.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk, but that she doesn’t know what to say for a moment.

The truth is so shocking!

Butler Li is actually the murderer who killed her mother-in-law?

Although Mr. Li had cheated her when he was living in Yan Mansion, she always thought that he was ordered by Mr. Yan, but in fact she was just a low-key and loyal butler.

But who would have thought that... the other party was actually a ghost wearing human skin?

When Fang Ti came to his senses, he saw Yan Zhihuai pursing his pale lips tightly, his eyes darkened, as if he had fallen into an abyss of self-condemnation and could not extricate himself.

She held his hand and comforted her, "Don't blame yourself. You have no fault. Don't say that amnesia is not something you can control yourself. Even if you don't have amnesia, who will really care about what you, a child, said?

Besides, your father didn’t like you when you were young and had a big prejudice against you. How could he doubt his most trusted confidant because of your childish words?”

"Then is Butler Li. He has ulterior motives and has great malice towards you and your mother-in-law. At that time, you were all too weak. Even if you were in advance, could you definitely be able to defend him? I have only heard of Qian.

I have never heard of being a thief every day."

"I understand what you said." Yan Zhihuai held her hand and pulled the corner of her mouth reluctantly.

This kind of thing is one thing, but whether one’s emotions can be controlled is another.

Seeing that he was still depressed, Fang Ti turned his round almond eyes and suddenly stood up, "Wait for me."

She went out for a while and soon returned to the room.

But the expression on his face looked mysterious.

Yan Zhihuai sat on the bed, still maintaining his original posture, but his eyes couldn't help but follow her.

Fang Ti sat down in front of him, suddenly


Chapter completed!