Chi Rui choked up.
For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
Song Yansheng lowered his eyes. His elegant brow furrowed slightly, and a faint sadness shimmered in his eyes, though hidden in the darkness, it was not very clear.
Three days have passed since leaving home, he wondered if the little girl missed him?
He really wanted to make a phone call, but at this time, it should be night at home, and she should be dreaming.
He just didn't know if tonight, he might be fortunate enough to enter her dream.
In fact, on this night back home, Shi Nuan indeed had a dream.
But rather than a dream, it was more like a memory.
She recalled the scene of having a car accident when she was eighteen.
She still can't remember exactly how that car accident happened.
The impression was just of bumping, constantly bumping, then pain, body ache, and headache.
Wanted to scream, wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound.
