That night, Mu Qiqi lay in bed, but she could not fall asleep. Even when she was asleep, she was still mumbling something. No one knew what she was saying.
Sheng Xiao woke up in the middle of the night. When he heard her crying, he quickly turned on the wall lamp and shook her awake.
Mu Qiqi woke up with a start. There were still tears on the corner of her eyes.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Sheng Xiao's voice was gentle and low.
"I'm fine." Mu Qiqi shook her head and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "Maybe the child in my stomach kicked me."
Sheng Xiao sat up and held Mu Qiqi in his arms. He rubbed her head and said, "You need to do a better job at hiding the truth. Tell me, what happened?"
Mu Qiqi could not help but sob. "I dreamt that I was dissecting Lou Zhao. After the autopsy, I realized that you were the one lying on the autopsy table. Xiao Xiao, can you not go? I'm really scared. Can you not go?"
