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Heavy raindrops blown by the wind pattered against the glass window. Outside, a fog had descended upon the scenery, painting it in gloom.

Loud thunder boomed through the sky, coupled with the occasional streak of lightning.

Feeling a little chilly, Nina threw herself into John\'s arms and settled into the warm cocoon that was him. Still asleep, she rested one of her hands on top of his broad chest.

John smiled as he took it and pressed her fingers against his lips. Then he turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall.

It was seven o\'clock in the morning.

It was the fifth day of their stay in the hospital.

Only five days, and yet tremendous changes had already taken place in the world outside. The most prominent of the stories hounding the news these days was the marriage between the Ye and Song families. The union caused the stock market value of both Ye Group and Song Group to rise.

Adrian had gradually revealed a sharp edge and did his best to gain a firm foothold within the Song Group. Vivian, on the other hand, was lacking in the boldness department, which led to the Ye Group running into some trouble.

In order to turn the tide, she had sought out Adri

athing became short and labored, too.

"John. John, what\'s wrong?" Nina sat up and reached to turn the bedside lamp on. The warm orange glow fell on John\'s face, revealing beads of sweat on his forehead.

His eyebrows were etched with a tight frown, and he looked like he was struggling in his sleep. His breathing grew even more panicked, as though someone was strangling him.

Nina knew he was having a terrible nightmare.

It appeared that every time it rained, he would have nightmares.

"John. Wake up." Nina was starting to feel a burning anxiety. She stretched out her hands, intending to shake him awake.

Before she could even touch him, his big and powerful hand grabbed her wrist in a vise grip.

John abruptly opened his eyes. An endless darkness swirled within those deep pools, as well as a hint of some cold horror.

His grip was tightening by the second, even as his eyes took on the look of a wild beast being threatened. He looked a lot like he could pounce and dispose of her any moment now.

A chill ran down Nina\'s spine, and her whole body grew cold.

She had never seen John like this before. His cold and frightening eyes were filled with panic, and his overly vigilant expression made Nina\'s heart ache.

What did John dream of?

What had he suffered through in the past?