Mark Reed strode quickly into the bedroom, followed Nian Nian to the bedside, and sure enough saw Valentine Teller's face covered in tears, her fine brows tightly knitted, looking as if she was in great pain.
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped away Valentine's tears. The tissue was soon soaked through, but her tears still didn't stop.
Nian Nian lay beside Mark, stretched out her little warm hand and lightly patted Valentine's shoulder. "Mom, don't cry, Nian Nian is here."
If it really was a nightmare, she should have woken up by now, but Valentine's eyes were still tightly shut.
Mark knew she was pretending to sleep. He let out a silent sigh and used his hand like a comb to smooth out Valentine's messy hair.
Valentine felt a bit embarrassed and didn't dare face Mark. The lemon scent on his body kept drilling into her nose, making her heart race wildly.
