Don't. Don't What?
Ling Jing moved closer. Su Peizhen was in a daze due to her illness. Her voice was also very soft. It was hard to hear clearly.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her face. He moved closer to her lips.
Because of her fever, her breath was hot. He was waiting for her to speak, but he didn't see her.
When he got up and wanted to leave, Su Peizhen started to talk in her sleep again.
"No --"
"Dad. No --"
"Mom."
"Why? Why?"
..
The last few sentences were finally heard more clearly, but Ling Jing was stunned. He stared at Su Peizhen's face, thinking about the information he had found.
"Mom, why?"
He stood up straight and stared at Su Peizhen's face.
Su Peizhen had been in prison for a period of time, and almost every night, she would dream about the past.
