Chapter 159: My Heart Was Racing Out of My Chest

"I don't want to," Su Cha said, her mood equally depressed. "However, it seems I am of no use here."

Now, Hua Xiaocui was taking care of the tasks, and Ah Jiu and Ah Qi were protecting Xianyu Qing, leaving her feeling entirely superfluous.

"Who says you are of no use?" Xianyu Qing comforted her. "With a rash and clumsy personality like Xiaocui's, how could she manage without you leading the way? As for Ah Jiu and Mr. Qi coming to protect me, that is only temporary."

Even Mr. Jiang, perhaps one day he would also leave the Nangong household?

This sentence Xianyu Qing did not speak aloud, but it had lingered in her mind over the past few days, making her feel distressed just to think about it.

"Miss, do you really think so?" Su Cha was overjoyed that Xianyu Qing still needed her.

"Yes!" Xianyu Qing nodded affirmatively. "So, please don't go back to the villa. Stay here and keep me company, alright?"

How could Su Cha possibly refuse? "As long as you don't send me away, Miss, I will never leave!"

Having appeased Su Cha, Xianyu Qing no longer had the heart to continue studying her assignment and washed up to go to bed early.

Last week, Yuan Man had asked her to learn to control her hypnotic abilities, and she had been practicing. By now, she was already able to quickly extricate herself from dreams.

However, as for how to make others enter a dream, she could not just casually find someone to practice on. She would have to wait until the weekend break to try again with Yuan Man.

The more she practiced, the more she felt that her dream seemed to have undergone some changes compared to before.

When she broke free from the dream and before waking up, some new images would flash rapidly across her mind, yet they were too fast for her to catch.

Tonight, she wanted to confirm what those images really were. Therefore, after waking, she once again induced herself into the dream.

However, the dream had changed!

The scene was no longer that snowy valley, but a battlefield shrouded in the smoke of war: artillery fire lit the skies, corpses littered the fields, rivers of blood flowed, and unknown aircraft roared overhead.

She sat collapsed in a pile of the dead and wounded, cradling a familiar pair of black gloves in her hands. They were already tattered and torn, yet that emblem remained upon them.

Continuous tears blurred her vision, soaking the tattered gloves, while dried blood gradually stained her own hands red. Deep in her heart was an irrepressible, panic-stricken sorrow.

"Jiang Mohe, Jiang Mohe..."

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As soon as Jiang Mohe entered the mansion, Ah Qi was standing outside the monitoring room.

"Mission accomplished?"

"Mm."

In reality, it had only just begun.

"Does that mean we can pull out?" Ah Qi said with a smile, spinning a dart in his hand. "What a pity though, I just got close to the young cousin! Who would have thought, with her delicate appearance, her martial arts skills are actually quite good."

Jiang Mohe's gaze flickered. "She is not weak."

Ah Qi grinned and patted him on the shoulder. "Well, you lucky dog!"

With that, Ah Qi hummed a tune from his hometown and slowly sauntered away.

Jiang Mohe gazed abstractedly toward the direction of the villa's second floor.

"Meow, meow..."

The cries of the little blue cat reached his ears. The tone was not right!

Just as Ah Qi was heading to the guard room to chat with Xiao Gao, he felt a sudden gust of wind sweep past behind him.

He paused for a moment, didn't turn his head, and continued walking.

Jiang Mohe leaped onto the second-floor balcony, where the little blue cat was frantically scratching at the glass door from within.

After nightfall, the balcony doors were all locked and blocked by curtains, so Jiang Mohe could not see clearly. He could only hear Xianyu Qing inside, constantly calling his name.

Jiang Mohe pulled open the balcony door and strode swiftly to Xianyu Qing's bedside.

He saw that she was trapped in a nightmare from which she could not awaken, her hands gripping the quilt tightly as she continuously murmured and sobbed.

Jiang Mohe leaned over, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes while whispering softly in her ear to coax her: "Qingqing, wake up!"

In the dream, Xianyu Qing looked up into the distance. A familiar figure was slowly walking toward her from the smoke and fire of war, growing closer and closer, until that resolute face covered in blood appeared before her, calling out to her with deep affection: "Qingqing..."

Xianyu Qing snapped her eyes open and lunged into Jiang Mohe's arms, her chilly body trembling uncontrollably.

"Jiang Mohe, Jiang Mohe..."

This fragile and helpless demeanor of hers had once appeared in Jiang Mohe's mind.

Jiang Mohe wrapped one arm tightly around her and gently patted her back with the other. "I'm here, I'm here..."

His low, magnetic, steady voice and familiar scent gradually smoothed away Xianyu Qing's panic and unease.

She looked up at Jiang Mohe, her hands caressing his face. Everything was fine and clean, without any bloodstains, without any wounds.

Tears welled up and fell once more, this time out of the joy of recovering what was lost: "You're safe, you're back..."

Jiang Mohe could not bear to see her shed tears. His fingers gently wiped them away, his tone carrying an unprecedented gentleness: "Mm, I'm back!"

Had he known she would worry about him so, he would have rushed back as fast as humanly possible, no matter what.

Xianyu Qing buried her head in his chest once again. The steady and powerful heartbeat allowed her body and mind to gradually relax.

Sensing that the little figure in his arms had grown soft, Jiang Mohe carefully supported her to lie down.

Yet even in slumber, her hands continued to tightly clutch the lapels of his shirt, her brows still knitted in a frown.

Jiang Mohe sighed softly, propping himself up with one hand beside Xianyu Qing while pulling the quilt up to tuck her in with the other...

I do not know how much time had passed when Xianyu Qing awoke from her deep sleep. As she opened her eyes and caught sight of the broad chest before her, she was momentarily dazed.

Immediately afterward, the scenes that had occurred earlier flickered through her mind frame by frame.

Xianyu Qing's cheeks instantly burned. How could she have made such a crazy move?

Yet that dream had felt entirely too real—so real that even now, recalling it brought a piercing, bone-deep pain.

Still, it was far too humiliating!

Ah, her hand was still grabbing the man's clothes!

Xianyu Qing hurriedly withdrew her hand, not daring to move her body for fear of accidentally waking Jiang Mohe. How was she supposed to face him after this?

Should she just keep pretending to be asleep?

Yet her heart was pounding so wildly, how could she possibly fake it?

Jiang Mohe had already regained consciousness before Xianyu Qing woke up. In fact, he had remained awake almost the entire night, maintaining the exact same posture the whole time.

After Xianyu Qing pulled back her hand, he gently moved his limbs. Ah, they were a bit numb!

However, he had to get up first; otherwise, the person in his arms would feel uncomfortable holding her breath.

Just as Jiang Mohe turned over, a cat's meow suddenly sounded from behind.

The little blue cat had been curled up sleeping behind Jiang Mohe, and when he moved, he had stepped right on its tail.

Jiang Mohe instinctively lay back down, finding himself face-to-face with Xianyu Qing, whose eyes had just popped open.

Breath stalled for two or three seconds, and then Xianyu Qing turned over, pulling the quilt up over her face to hide without daring to emerge.

Jiang Mohe's eyes fell upon Xianyu Qing's smooth, bare nape, and he unnaturally averted his gaze.

He could not linger any longer!

At that moment, a few light footsteps sounded outside the hallway, followed by a sharp reprimand: "Who goes there?"

Jiang Mohe, who was about to get up, immediately froze.

That was Ah Jiu's voice!

And the other voice belonged to Su Cha: "It's me."