His embrace was firm and comforting, and she felt a little less afraid. After a long while, she said, "I don't know…"
When she had this dream as a child, she'd always go crying to Mom. Mom had always been worried for her but had no idea how to help, and had taken her to Uncle and Grandpa a few times, but they couldn't do anything about it either. Once, she had overheard Uncle tell Mom, Xiao Ling, this is Yingluo's destiny. Her life might be rather complicated and she'll have to go through some unfathomable events.
Mom had said, I want to protect her.
But Uncle had sighed instead. There is too much that is out of our control.
She hadn't understood what they were talking about, but ever since then, she'd stopped bringing up the dream to Mom for fear that she'd get too worried. When Mom asked about it occasionally, she'd just say, "What dream? I don't remember it anymore."
