Xyla Quest did not sleep well that night.

Strange dreams had kept her tossing and turning all night. In her dreams, different people were chasing after her, and she was constantly running for life.

At seven o’clock in the morning, her eyes snapped open.

Ripples of pain seared through her brain in the very next second.

She held her heavy head, her hands subconsciously flailing around the empty spot beside her, only to find that Stanley Batton was not there anymore.

The bedsheet was cold