“It was just a dream of old times,” Wenren Sheng touched his nose and said guiltily. “Nothing else.”
He Mu stroked his hair and said, “When you first fell asleep, you kept crying nonstop in my arms.”
He cried until his body trembled, his tears soaking He Mu’s collar, while murmuring in his dreams, “Don’t be afraid,” “It doesn’t hurt,” as if he had fallen into a ...