Ji Yebai furrowed his brows, tossed on a bathrobe, and hurried out.
On the bed, Ning Xixi was curled up in pain, cold sweat on her smooth forehead, her lips pale, slightly opening and closing: "Don't... don't... mom, don't leave me... I don't want to be alone... wuu wuu wuu..."
A faint ache in the region of his left atrium.
His distinctly jointed fingers caressed her little face, Ji Yebai's voice deep, "Erxi, you're not alone, I am here with you."
A gentle kiss landed on her forehead.
"Goodnight."
Ning Xixi, trapped in a nightmare, seemed redeemed, and quietly fell asleep.
...
A peaceful night's dream.
In the morning, sunlight streamed into the room, warm and lazy, making one want to remain in bed.
Ning Xixi rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.
Her head ached and felt heavy, her body sore, as if she had run a marathon.
Looking around, she was in her apartment, she breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second—
