Yan Sijue's body stiffened, and after a long time, he softly said, "It's just a few times of talking in my sleep, it's nothing."
She trembled lightly in his embrace, finally understanding the source of worry in this man's eyes! It turned out, she thought she had let go, thought she was fine, but it was nothing like that! She just didn't want him to worry, so she deeply buried those fears and sadness, she even deceived herself!
But she couldn't fool her own subconscious. Every time she entered a dream, those fears would rush forward to assault her, disturbing her dream again and again, while she was completely oblivious.
"Si Jue, I'm sorry..." she murmured, as immense grief engulfed her.
"Yiliang..." he uttered lowly, as if using great effort to suppress those chaotic emotions, "Ye Moran's death is not your fault. If it weren't for his stubbornness, none of this would have happened. You shouldn't blame yourself."
