Qin Yin was silent for a while, holding the porridge handed over by Jian Yanyan, and said, "I just dreamed of the past again, when they hadn't received their retribution, dreamed of them bullying me at home..."
"Oh, it seems Li Yueyi and Qin Han have left quite a psychological shadow on you. You're still having such dreams now, and it's so painful, sweating so much." Jian Yanyan sighed as she shook her head lightly.
Qin Yin didn't respond, just silently took a sip of the porridge.
Hen Zhihua came out of the restroom with a hot towel, "Yinyin, wipe your face, look how much sweat you've got."
Qin Yin put down the porridge bowl, took the towel she handed over, and randomly wiped her face twice, then began drinking porridge again, not saying a word for a long time.
Hen Zhihua and Jian Yanyan sat beside her, constantly telling some jokes, but she didn't seem to listen, just immersed in her own thoughts.
