It must be a dream about Su San.
Otherwise, she wouldn't cry so intensely.
When he wiped her tears just now, there was a patch of wetness.
Ya Shitian pursed his lips, "A nightmare related to Su San?"
"..." Ye Anqi didn't answer.
"Is he very important in your heart?"
"Let's sleep, I'm tired." Ye Anqi didn't want to continue the conversation.
Ya Shitian tightened his grip on her shoulder but did not intend to end it there.
"He is already dead, you should accept this fact openly."
"..."
"I don't want you to be immersed in sadness all the time, I don't want your heart to always think of him."
"Ya Shitian... he's already dead..."
Ya Shitian's voice was low, "Are you saying I should not bother about a dead person?"
"He is still my family."
"He can be your family, but he cannot be someone you love. The one you love now is me, I don't want him to still occupy your heart."
Ye Anqi's head ached, "You want me to forget him?"
"No, I want you to forget those pains."
