"...Uncle, why, tell me why... Uncle..."
The murmuring voice in her dream was clear to his ears, but he just didn't know how to deal with it.
"Girl, I'm not your uncle, I'm going to lay you down."
Mu Xiaoyao gently pushed her, but instead of letting go, Baili Xia held him even tighter.
Above those tightly closed eyes, her delicate brows were tightly furrowed together.
At the corners of her eyes, there was still the sheen of undried tears.
Her voice was hoarse with grievance: "What exactly do you want to use me for, what are you trying to do..."
"They want to kill me, are you going to let them? Uncle..."
Mu Xiaoyao's heart suddenly tensed, seeing her face so pained even in her dreams made his own heart inexplicably ache.
Fortunately, Baili Xia did not continue sleep talking.
Not knowing what she saw in her dream, her tangled eyebrows finally slowly smoothed out.
Her crystal-clear little face no longer bore tear streaks, but it still carried a faint, frail breath.
