She looked at me and said pitifully, "I had a terrible dream. I dreamed that I was burned and wounded, but no one cared about my broken voice. I was so scared." As she said this, two drops of tears slowly flowed out of the corner of her eyes.
sick women were the most emotional animals, and Han Shuang, who had been an independent girl, was no exception.
I gently grabbed her small hand outside the soft quilt and asked softly, "Do you have me in your dream?"
"Yes!" Han Shuang nodded and her voice became even more aggrieved. Her lips trembled as she said, "You and Sister Zi Yan are both here, but you didn't see me being burned. I shouted to you but you couldn't hear me. I was so scared at that time..." She sobbed as she spoke.
"How can I leave you alone? Don't worry, Shuang'er. I promised
