Han Yi's eyes were filled with tears, and Tingxuan gently wiped them away.
"Let's talk somewhere else!"
She finally relented.
He nodded and, after getting into the car, took her to a quiet café.
He ordered her a cup of Cappuccino...
She cradled the coffee cup, gazing sadly into the distance.
Tear drops clung to her eyelashes, her gaze like distant mountains in the mist...
Solemn and melancholic.
She took a gentle sip of coffee, sighed softly, "It's strange, I had a terrible dream. I dreamt that I... uh, did something terrifying."
As Han Yi spoke, her whole body kept trembling, as if the fear was emanating from deep within her heart.
Tingxuan held her hands tightly.
Encouraging her to continue.
"Hmm, whatever it was, keep going..."
"I, uh..." Her hands were shaking violently, then after a while, she lowered her head to look at her own hands.
