Liang Zhiqiong held Mo Shangjun tightly, muttering, "I had a nightmare."
"What happened?" Mo Shangjun asked, then reminded her, "I'm wet."
Liang Zhiqiong was burning up, and Mo Shangjun's fingers touched her forehead, shocked by how hot it was.
High fever.
She was in a daze from the fever, tears still wet on her face after waking up from the nightmare, she muttered, "I dreamed that Yuqiu—"
Before finishing her sentence, Liang Zhiqiong stopped.
She didn't dare to say it out loud.
Even though she didn't believe in such things, she still felt superstitious.
And, although she didn't say it clearly, Mo Shangjun could roughly guess.
Word was that Peng Yuqiu was one of those who had been redeployed.
It was the first time Liang Zhiqiong saw Peng Yuqiu going out on a mission, so it was natural for her to be worried and understandable to have nightmares.
"Let's go inside and talk."
