"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Yan Yiyi frowned, holding her with one hand and wiping the sweat from her forehead with the other hand.
Xiao Jinyun could hear his voice, but she was too tired to move and let him control her. There was still liquid in her eyes. She knew what it was, but she didn't want the water to flow out uncontrollably. She didn't want to cry because of an ordinary nightmare, and she didn't want to cry in front of the man who had hurt her. She was not so fragile. Yes, she admitted that it was just a simple nightmare...
"Yun'er, what's wrong?" He felt that she was listless. He turned around and found that her eyes were looking at him without focus, and a circle of red was reminding him of her sadness. His face also gently lifted her delicate face, his thin fin
