?Chapter 849:


    “It’s getting colder. Make sure you stay warm.”


    An approached from behind, his voice gentle as he draped a coat over her shoulders.


    He handed her a cup of hot drink.


    “Thanks.”


    That night, the wind outside never let up, its eerie howls weaving through the darkness.


    Once the lights went out, the room was swallowed by shadows. Rachel fell asleep quickly to the rhythmic sound of raindrops, but soon, a nightmare took hold.


    She dreamt of Jeffrey. When she jolted awake, unease settled deep in her chest, though the dream’s details had already slipped away. Taking a slow sip of water, shey back down and drifted into sleep once more.


    This time, she startled awake at three in the morning, her body damp with sweat.


    For reasons she couldn’t exin, Jeffrey had been haunting her dreamstely, leaving her with an unshakable sense of dread. Her first instinct was to call Yvonne or ask An about Jeffrey’s condition.


    But seeing thete hour, she hesitated and let the thought pass. She slept until eight, though waking up felt like dragging herself through thick fog.


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    Even as consciousness returned, she could still feel the dream clinging to her—that terrifying sensation of trying to pry her eyes open, of screaming with everything she had, only for no sound toe out.


    In the dream, she had seen Jeffrey, but they weren’t anywhere familiar. They were lost in a vast, haunting forest, a thick, suffocating mist swallowing everything in sight. Jeffrey had been running, his silhouette growing fainter with each step.


    She could only see his back, and no matter how hard she tried to call his name.


    No matter how desperately she chased him—she never caught up.


    When she finally opened her eyes, a heavy fatigue settled over her.


    The fact that she’d dreamed of Jeffrey so many times in one night unsettled her deeply, leaving a gnawing difort in her chest.


    As soon as she got up, she couldn’t shake the feeling, so she turned to An, her voice a little quieter than usual.


    “I’ve been thinking about Jeffrey a lottely. I need to go see him.”


    An froze for a moment, his surprise quickly fading into concern.


    “I heard from Yvonne that he’s still getting treatment overseas,” he replied swiftly. “I don’t think he’s able to contact anyone right now.”


    “I know,” Rachel murmured, her gaze distant. “But these dreams… they’ve been too vivid. I feel uneasy, like something’s wrong. I may not be able to see him, but I need to visit where he’s staying.”


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