"I dreamed..." Di Jinxuan clutched tightly at his clothes. "I dreamed... I dreamed you were beaten to death by bad people..."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but choke up again.
Nangong Jin's heart instantly softened to the extreme. Oh, his dearest wife, she was truly so caring, worrying about his safety, so deeply concerned for his well-being.
"Silly girl." Nangong Jin indulgently kissed her brows and eyes. "It's just a dream, don't worry, don't be scared. There are no bad people. Your husband is the worst of them all—who could possibly lay a hand on me? Dreams are the opposite of reality; it's nothing, it's nothing. I'm back now. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Nangong Jin gently comforted her, and Di Jinxuan obediently nestled in his arms, savoring his scent, his warmth. Like a little hamster, her small hands tightly gripped his clothes, especially docile and tame.
