46 Flanders Being Targeted

"Ah!"

Warfarin sat up abruptly and panted heavily.

Her vision gradually became clear. The strange and terrifying sunflower field no longer existed.

What came into her sight was the familiar dormitory.

"I'm back?"

Warfarin saw the extremely familiar scene in front of her.

Without a doubt, she was in the dormitory right now. On her lap was the book that she had been reading.

"Could it be that all of this is just a dream?"

But was that real, and she could even feel pain? Was it really just a dream?

If that was the case, was this dream too real?

However, in the current situation, it seemed that she could only use dreams to explain everything that had happened before.

"Liz, Liz?"

Warfarin tried to call her roommate.

"Oh, right, that b*tch should be in Edward's bed right now."

After calling her a few times and getting no response, Warfarin finally remembered that her roommate did not return yesterday.