Ningwan's heart felt empty, as if something was missing.
At this moment, looking into Zhan Hanjue's concerned eyes, her vulnerability was uncontrollable, and she instinctively reached out her arms to embrace him.
Zhan Hanjue didn't expect her to initiate a hug, and he was momentarily taken aback.
However, seeing her fragile figure leaning against his shoulder, her body slightly trembling, his heart softened uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The man gently kissed her on the hair near her ear, holding her tightly in his arms.
The warmth of the embrace brought much comfort to Ningwan.
Gradually, the painful traces from the dream became fainter and fainter.
"It's okay, I just had a dream."
After a long time, Ningwan pushed the man away, softly explaining.
Zhan Hanjue brushed the stray hair behind her ear: "So you cry in your dreams."
Ningwan, embarrassed, quietly explained, "It's not that I cry in my dreams; it's because I had a bad dream."
