Gu Xiaoer suddenly remembered, she had such a dream before…
Cold sweat was dripping down her body. In the darkness, Gu Xiaoer barely audibly sighed.
"Baby, you're awake?" Han Luoli's gentle voice came from beside her ear.
He was a light sleeper, easily sensing her slightest movements.
Gu Xiaoer looked apologetic, hugging him with her small hands: "Did I wake you up?"
"Why is your body so cold?" Han Luoli didn't answer. Instead, he wrapped the quilt tightly around her, and his large hand reached behind her back to find nothing but cold sweat.
"I had a nightmare…" the girl admitted voluntarily.
Han Luoli pulled the girl into his arms, resting his chin lightly on her tiny head, "I'm here, I'm with you."
"Da Luoluo…" In the darkness, the girl hesitantly opened her lips, closed them, opened them again, and finally closed them once more.
Such a cruel thing, let her bear it alone.
Gu Xiaoer was still Gu Xiaoer; when faced with emotional problems, she would always first run away.
