One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Gong Fan didn't know what to do, nor could he find a place to hide.

He first ran down to the ninth floor, then back up to the tenth. Just as he reached the tenth floor, he vaguely heard footsteps from the floor above.

Gong Fan approached the window warily. He first stuck his head out and looked up. At this point, the footsteps upstairs quietened. He first swept his gaze to the left, then to the right. Immediately after, he saw a human head sticking out of the window!

That man had managed to get to where he originally was so quickly. He wasn't a fool indeed. Through the sound of the footsteps, he caught on that the boy was on the tenth floor. He looked down and their gazes met again. Gong Fan immediately felt his blood run cold!

The man quickly drew his head back. Footsteps sounded!

Gong Fan immediately realized that the man must be heading in his direction! He was going crazy! Was it on the left or right?

Gong Fan made the judgment that the man would likely come down the stairs on the right closest to him. Hence, he ran towards the stairs on the left and went down to the fourth floor. When he could no longer hear his own panicking heartbeat, he calmed down a little.

He ran around the hospital building like a headless fly. Gong Fan had never been in such a sorry state before!

But he knew deep down inside. Alice had also told him that this was no ordinary dream. He had entered the world of personalities. Here, if he was hurt, his personality would also disappear without a trace in the real world. He was different from Youyou. The boy could not be destroyed, whereas he could!

Gong Fan remembered Alice's words and was determined to protect himself! He must not die! Even if he were to die, he'd take the dangerous personalities down with him!

Gong Fan walked cautiously along the ward. In a moment like this, the doors were like cages that held ferocious beasts! No one knew what kind of danger would explode through the door in the next second.

He was extremely cautious and kept his steps extremely light. He wondered if the man had followed his example and kept his steps light, waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on him.

Now he felt like prey in the open, while the man lurked in the shadows, ready to pounce.

Unknowingly, the cold sweat on Gong Fan's back had been dried by the evening breeze. Immediately after, another layer of sweat formed. His clothes were stuck to his back. This sticky feeling was so real that he couldn't even tell if he was in a dream or reality.

Just as he was making his way slowly, he saw a door a short distance away creak open. Like a startled cat, he bounced back a step, looking wary.

He was brave enough to be calm in the face of this, but at this point, he didn't have the courage to ask, "Who's there?"

He tried his best to shrink into a ball and guard against any danger coming out of the door so that he could retreat at any time!

At this point, a pair of tiny hands scrabbled at the door frame and a small face slowly emerged. Under the moonlight, the delicate features on the face became clearer. When Gong Fan saw the familiar face, his heart beat even faster!

As if aware of the rapid breathing, that child also looked in his direction. On seeing Gong Fan, he was first shocked and subconsciously retreated.