Wen Nuan had another nightmare that night. She dreamed of the blood-stained butterfly again. She woke up in a cold sweat. Ye Feimo pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Wen Nuan was shaking all over. It took her a while to calm down.
"Feimo..."
"It's okay, honey. It was just a nightmare."
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Wen Nuan didn't sleep all night. Her mind was restless. Ye Feimo held and comforted her for a long time, but he couldn't calm her down.
The next day, her mother asked Wen Nuan to go shopping. Wen Nuan wasn't in the mood, but she didn't want to ruin her mother's day, so she went with her. Ye Feimo wanted to have the Dragon Gate spies look into the island, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.
The island was strange, but he didn't want to investigate further.
He would just let Wen Nuan believe that Long Xiushui was dead and let the matter end there.
