"Xiaonuan... what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Liang Shaochen sat beside her, holding her hand and asked worriedly.
Xia Xiaonuan came back to her senses.
She realized she was still on the plane, which was flying smoothly.
She had fallen asleep and dreamt about the plane accident again.
Looking at everything in front of her, she still seemed a little disoriented.
His hand gently touched her hair, "It's alright, Qiqi, don't be afraid, I'm always here with you."
Xia Xiaonuan's heart wrenched, and she suddenly reached out to hug him.
She pressed her face to his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his heartbeat.
Only then did she seem to feel a bit of reality.
"Nan Mo, I'm not dreaming, right?" she murmured.
"You're not dreaming." He said atop her head, with a flash of guilt and heartache in his deep eyes. She had endured so much suffering and hardship in the days he was not there.
If only he had found her sooner, perhaps none of this would have happened.
