Looking at the little girl's timid and pitiful look and how she did not dare to cry, her heart felt as though it had been stabbed with a knife.
In her dream, she ran as fast as she could, wanting to hug the little girl and protect her in her arms. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not move at all. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
The little girl was taken away.
As the little girl turned her head and looked at Feng Lingxue with watery eyes, she extended her hand - Mommy, Mommy…
…
Feng Lingxue gradually opened her eyes and the luminous tears fell from the corner of her eyes, swiftly disappearing into her hair at the sides.
The pillowcase was already damp from her tears.
She was dreaming again.
The room was pitch black, and her lower part of the body beneath the blanket was icy-cold and devoid of warmth.
