"Xue'er, what's wrong with you?" When Chu Molin returned to the room, he noticed something was off with Qin Xue.
"Chu Molin, you're back." Qin Xue rubbed her forehead with her hand, her head aching.
"Hmm, did you have a nightmare?" Chu Molin looked at her. Recently, she seemed to be in this state all the time; it was really strange.
"Hmm, kind of. What did you just go do?" Qin Xue nodded. The scenes in her dream could be considered a nightmare; otherwise, she had no way to explain it.
It's not that Qin Xue didn't want to tell him, but she didn't know where to start. Should she tell Chu Molin that it was such a story?
Thinking about the story in her dream, the feeling of panic in Qin Xue's heart was still considerable, and her heart still twitched with pain.
It was a good story, just too sad, too heartbreaking.
So she felt that such a story was a great harm to the woman in the dream.
