Chapter 173: I Dreamed You Died

Zhang Zhiyin saw the wounds on Fang Zhou’s back and was shocked and heartbroken. Tears fell from her eyes immediately.

One tear accidentally landed on one of Fang Zhou’s wounds, causing him to wince in pain.

“Ouch, is it raining?”

He felt the drops on his wound, which stung like salt being rubbed in.

Zhang Zhiyin quickly wiped the tears from his back, but she couldn’t stop the tears from falling from her face, making his back wetter.

Fang Zhou finally understood that the silent Zhang Zhiyin must have been crying.

“Are you… crying?”

Fang Zhou asked cautiously, thinking his wounds might have scared her.

He hurriedly pulled his shirt down and tried to comfort her, “Don’t look, don’t look.”

Zhang Zhiyin finally controlled her emotions and asked in a low voice, “Does it hurt a lot?”

With so many wounds, it must hurt terribly.

If she hadn’t asked, would he have never told her?

“It’s alright, it hurts a bit but I can bear it. Don’t cry, I’m fine.”

Fang Zhou couldn’t see her, so he clumsily grasped the corner of her clothes to comfort her.

Why had she, like Chu Xinran, turned into a crying mess?

People always said girls were made of water; he thought these two must be made of seawater, with tears both salty and plentiful.

Just as Fang Zhou was inwardly complaining, he suddenly felt a soft body press against him.

Zhang Zhiyin had embraced him.

Her arms wrapped around Fang Zhou, crossing at his waist.

Though they seemed close, she was careful not to touch his wounds.

Her head rested against his neck as she whispered, “You didn’t have to take care of us.”

If Fang Zhou hadn’t stepped up to be the leader, he wouldn’t have stayed behind and wouldn’t be in this current misfortune.

Zhang Zhiyin knew that for Fang Zhou, that was impossible.

His character had been shaped since he was young; he could never be someone who ignored others.

But out of concern for him, she still said it.

If Fang Zhou had been a bit more selfish, at least he would have been safe.

Fang Zhou knew she was only saying this because she cared too much.

He smiled and released her clothes.

“I wasn’t being selfless; someone needed to step up, and it just happened to be me.”

“Besides, it was a natural disaster, something no one could predict.”

“Thank you for coming back to pull me out.”

Fang Zhou sincerely thanked Zhang Zhiyin.

From childhood to adulthood, in group activities, whether it was hiking, volleyball games, or sports meets, Fang Zhou had always been the one to take care of the big picture.

This was the first time someone had turned back to help him.

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Zhang Zhiyin’s arm, gently pulling her away.

If her need for a hug was just from the anxiety of their situation, the time should have been enough.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled her away, Zhang Zhiyin’s hands went back around him.

“Don’t push me away, Fang Zhou.”

“I’m scared.”

Her voice was filled with confusion and unease, with a slight tremble if one listened closely.

Because at that moment, Zhang Zhiyin remembered the dream, the dream where Fang Zhou had died horribly.

“I had a dream.”

She could no longer bear the pressure and slowly began to speak.

Fang Zhou was silent for a moment, thinking to himself: Girls really are creatures with an extreme lack of security.

So he let her hug him a bit longer.

“What dream?”

He continued the conversation.

When he couldn’t see anything, his hearing became more sensitive.

He heard Zhang Zhiyin’s breathing become rapid, and her hands around his waist tightened, almost gripping his flesh.

“I dreamed about you.”

“I dreamed you achieved great success and were admired by thousands, but you were locked in a dark room with no light.”

Zhang Zhiyin’s speech slowed, with pauses between each sentence, as she needed to calm her emotions.

For her, recalling the dream was no less painful than seeing Fang Zhou die in the real world.

The suffocating and helpless feeling of near-death cut her throat and heart like a dull knife.

“Huh? I was locked in a dark room? Why? Did I do something illegal?”

Fang Zhou’s first reaction was wondering if he had been caught watching certain websites at night and taken in for questioning.

Cough, cough, that couldn’t be right. With so many people watching, why would they only catch him?

Moreover, the websites were given by Li Siming. If anyone got caught, it should be him first!

Zhang Zhiyin paused for a moment, then continued, “Because you were locked up by a woman.”

“In the end, you were forced to…” Jump off a building.

She didn’t say the last two words.

She feared her words would come true, that something that wouldn’t happen would happen because of her.

There was a thing called metaphysics in the world.

People in their circle often talked about cause and effect.

If Fang Zhou’s fate, which he shouldn’t bear, came true because of her dream, Zhang Zhiyin would deeply regret it.

“What happened in the end?”

Fang Zhou pressed.

Her stopping halfway was like scratching an itch halfway, making him uncomfortable.

Zhang Zhiyin decided to change her words.

“In the end, you met a bad fate.”

Fang Zhou finally understood her euphemism and asked, “I died a horrible death?”

Her silence confirmed his interpretation.

He laughed heartily and said softly, “It’s just a dream, don’t take it too seriously.”

Zhang Zhiyin shook her head, explaining earnestly.

“No, you must take my words to heart.”

“Fang Zhou, remember, stay away from your ex-girlfriends. They’re dangerous.”

Her tone was firm and serious, something Fang Zhou had never heard before.

His mood also became heavy.

So, in Zhang Zhiyin’s dream, he died horribly because of his ex-girlfriends?

Given that none of them were normal, it seemed somewhat believable!

They were all yanderes!

Damn, could Zhang Zhiyin’s dream be prophetic?

Fang Zhou suddenly felt panicked. Was his karma for being a jerk coming back to bite him?

No, no, he was a socialist successor, a staunch materialist!

It was just a dream; it couldn’t come true, right?

But she was right; staying away from them would definitely increase his safety.

“Fang Zhou, will you promise me?”

Behind him was Zhang Zhiyin’s fragile and helpless voice.

She didn’t know how to help Fang Zhou or how to prevent those people.

“Alright, I promise you.”

Fang Zhou solemnly agreed, easing Zhang Zhiyin’s heart a bit.

No matter what, she would never let the dream come true.