One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

The three of them were extremely careful. For some reason, Youyou had a nagging bad feeling about this.

He felt as if someone was watching him closely from behind, but he didn't dare look back. He had a feeling that if he turned around and met that person's gaze…

"I get the nagging feeling we're being watched."

"… You feel it too??"

Gong Fan was about to look back when the boy tugged at his arm. "Don't look back!"

"Why?"

"I have this really strange sense, that if we didn't looked back, the man would just be looking at us all the time, watching us from behind, but the moment we turned back and tried to run, he'd be in hot pursuit…"

Gong Fan was stunned. In fact, he had that same feeling.

"Could it be that he won't come after us if we keep pretending we don't see him?"

Youyou nodded. "Technically, yes."

"Hush. Stop talking." Shanshan was scared now. "I feel scared…"

"Don't be afraid. We're here aren't we."

They passed all the way through the back garden. Sure enough, at the end of the winding path, they saw an iron gate.

Youyou finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the steel door.

"We can leave the hospital from here, right!?"

"Uh huh!"

He stepped forward and opened the door ahead of Shanshan. The boy walked out, but for some reason, his vision blurred and then he saw another empty ward.

It was as if the door he had just passed through was some sort of terrifying barrier. He had walked through that door thinking that he could leave the hospital. After going around in circles, he now found himself back at the hospital.

"Arghhh…!" The boy's eyes snapped open and he struggled out of bed. The nightmare was tearing his head apart!

Everywhere he looked, he saw concerned faces. Alice, Gong Jie, Lisa, Hua Jin, Natalia… They were all there.

However, Youyou hunched his shoulders in fear. For some reason, as the two worlds switched back and forth, he could not tell if he was still in a dream or had come out of it.

"What happened…" The boy put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in pain and confusion. "Where exactly am I? Who am I…"

The personalities were clashing within him all the time, to the extent that he had lost himself somewhat.

Everyone in the room, however, did not speak. It was so quiet that it seemed frozen. It actually looked strange.

They were extremely worried, but Romanka had repeatedly warned them that when the boy woke up, no matter how worried they were, they should not just speak, or they would disturb his state of mind.

Romanka was standing beside the boy, so quiet that it was as if he had no presence. The boy did not notice him, so he took the opportunity to bring a bottle filled with vapor to the tip of the boy's nose. He moved it back and forth slightly, and the vapor rose. Unconsciously, the boy inhaled deeply. The cool, refreshing smoke traveled all the way along his nose, and poured into his hot, swollen temples. It soothed his erratic heartbeat.

He closed his eyes and took another long, greedy drag. The anxiety of waking from his nightmare slowly faded.

Only then did Romanka speak. "This isn't a dream. Whatever had happened in your dream, calm down, take deep breaths…"