"Just sleep," Lu Yi patted her gently on the shoulder again and again. His voice was so soothing that it could make one feel relieved, just like a lullaby without the music.
Yan Huan felt her eyelids get heavier and heavier, eventually causing her to fall asleep. If she was asked whether she had nightmares, she would not remember. After all, she did feel much more at ease after pouring out all of her worries.
Perhaps she really should have just voiced it all since the start.
History would not change, the floods would still come, but the number of deaths might be reduced. As such, maybe their comrades in the military would still be alive.
She grasped her right arm with her left hand, but she sensed nothing was wrong. He Yibin had told her to avoid stressing this arm, so Yan Huan had listened to him and took it easy.
Like the saying 'sharpening your axe will not delay the chopping of wood', it was better for her to rest at the moment.
