Mo Nanjue pulled the thin blanket over her shoulder without asking further, "Nothing, you go back to sleep."
Tong Ran was already sitting up, yawning, "What time is it?"
The man turned to leave, "A little past six, I'm going to cook."
"I'll go," Tong Ran grabbed his hand, lowering her head to look at his palm lines, "I just had a dream."
"What did you dream about?"
Tong Ran lowered her gaze, her eyes dimming, "I dreamed that Luo Xiao wanted to kill you."
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "And then?"
"And then I went to stop it, but couldn't hold you back..."
The man's face darkened, but Tong Ran suddenly looked up, "Dreams are always the opposite."
"How so?"
"They're just completely opposite. Do you really believe in these things?"
"I definitely believe in what you dream about."
"..."
Tong Ran knew his temper. Once he got stuck on a topic, he could go on forever. She got up and pushed his shoulder, "Come on, join me in cooking."
