He wanted to call out to her, but his lips moved several times, yet he didn't utter a sound.
Somewhat self-mockingly, he realized he also had moments of such cowardice.
But on careful thought, hasn't he always been cowardly in front of her?
Shi Nuan had been frowning, and he didn't know if she was dreaming; this girl seemed to particularly enjoy having nightmares.
From what he had encountered, it was not just once.
He hoped he was in her dreams but not in her nightmares.
Aunt Hui pushed open the door, standing at the entrance, not daring to enter, only whispering softly from afar, "Mr..."
Song Yansheng's lips slightly moved, saying, "Bring those medicines you saw here!"
Aunt Hui was taken aback, then gently nodded, "Yes!"
Aunt Hui didn't dare to put the medicine randomly; it was on the table in the bedroom, wrapped in a tissue by Aunt Hui.
Song Yansheng stared at the pills in the tissue, his expression terrifyingly grim.
