On the bed, Baili Xia groggily lifted her head and looked at him: "Uncle?"
Even though she was scared inside, she couldn't avoid facing this man who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Mu Xiaojiu sat down on the edge of the bed and softly asked, "Awake?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand, wanting to touch her forehead.
Baili Xia instinctively shifted to the side, avoiding his touch.
Mu Xiaojiu's hand paused in mid-air, and he looked down at her: "What's wrong?"
Baili Xia didn't answer, shrinking further into the quilt.
Only then did Mu Xiaojiu notice the fine sweat covering her forehead. He reached for a wet wipe from the bedside cabinet and began to gently wipe her face.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
This time, Baili Xia didn't avoid him, and she seemed much clearer-headed.
She gently nodded and said: "Yes, I had a nightmare, but I'm much better now."
Mu Xiaoyao's lips had a faint, smiling touch. After wiping off the sweat, he casually ruffled her delicate hair.
