"He asked me, Qiao Mu, why is your inner world different from other people's. Your cultivation is clearly lower than mine, so why do you have a bigger inner world?"
"He would hammer my body with small hammers and nails all day and night, researching my inner world to find out my secret."
"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian tightly hugged her slightly trembling body. "Don't be afraid, that person will never harm you again."
"Because, I am here." Drawing close, Mo Lian nuzzled the soft hair at the back of her head. "I will not allow anyone to harm a single hair on you."
Qiao Mu turned around and gazed at him in a stupor like this. Afterwards, she nodded and said softly, "I know. I know that was only a dream, that it will not happen."
"But sometimes, I feel that those things had happened personally to me, as if I had been present! I, every time I see those, those enemies in my dream." When Qiao Mu uttered the word "enemies," her eyes flickered with specks of light.
