A dead branch fell from the bare peach tree outside in the early morning.
Inside
Seeing the sleeping youth shaking his head as if terrified, Lin Qiao reached out and nudged him, "Uncle, Uncle?"
After a while, the youth opened his eyes, filled with sorrow and hatred. Their gaze met, and Lin Qiao couldn't help but feel a chill.
His eyes were too much like those of the villain in her dreams.
She took a few steps back and tried to call again, "Uncle?"
Could the villain have returned too?
Wouldn't that play her to death?
The youth regained clarity from his nightmare. He turned his head to look beside him, his voice slightly hoarse, "Sister-in-law."
Upon hearing him, Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. She could still distinguish between the little rabbit and the villain.
She was scared to death just now.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah." Song Tingfan didn't dare to look at her. Recalling the scenes in his dream, his face turned paler.
