"No..." Jiang Nanyan frowned tightly, murmuring in pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead...
Huangfulian looked at the person in her arms with a complex expression, complex and deep emotions flashing in her black eyes.
After a moment, he quickly recovered from his daze, took a deep breath, wiped away the darkness between his brows and eyes, stretched out his hand, and pressed on Jiang Nanyan's philtrum.
In the nightmare, Jiang Nanyan felt pain, frowned, slowly opened her eyes, and woke up.
She looked at everything in front of her in confusion. For a moment, she didn't know where she was and thought she was still in the summer palace.[
After seeing Huangfulian's anxious and worried black eyes, he remembered that he and Huangfulian had left the summer palace and hid in a cave in the suburbs.
"I..." She opened her mouth to say something, but found that her throat felt dry, as if it had been burnt by fire, and she could not spit out normal sentences.
"You just had a nightmare." Huangfulian reached out and stroked the sweat from her forehead, and spoke softly to explain the situation to her.
"Nightmare?" Jiang Nanyan was stunned and suddenly remembered the scene in the dream.
In the dream, the image of Xia Houfeng grinning ferociously, holding a cold sickle, and trying to hunt down himself and the unformed child flashed before his eyes again.
The next second, Jiang Nanyan's face instantly turned pale.
"Yan'er?" Huangfulian hugged her tightly and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are nightmares really scary? What did you dream about?"