The voice was soft and sticky, as if still murmuring in the midst of a dream.
Feng Huaijin sat beside her, responding softly: "Hmm."
She didn't know what kind of dream she was having; her brows gradually furrowed, and she clutched the corner of his clothing tightly, not letting go, calling his name: "Feng Huaijin..."
"Hmm."
She couldn't help but call his name in her dream.
Every time she called, he would answer.
Su Li felt this dream was a bit like... a nightmare.
In the dream, Tuanzi also appeared, excitedly darting towards Feng Huaijin, holding onto him, wanting to be lifted up high.
"High—high—"
Feng Huaijin held Little Tuantuan, tossing him up to the sky and catching him again; Su Li nervously watched from the side.
After tossing him up several times, suddenly Feng Huaijin put some strength into it, and threw hard.
Tuanzi shot into the sky like a meteor, disappearing.
Feng Huaijin stood with hands on his hips, laughing heartily: "Finally gone."
