"Yuyan?"
On the weekend, Nangong Mingchuan had some rare spare time, so he stayed at home.
As he went downstairs, he saw his wife, Tang Yuyan, standing in front of the window, lost in thought.
At the sound of his voice, Tang Yuyan turned her head and looked at Nangong Mingchuan approaching.
"What are you thinking about?"
Facing him, Tang Yuyan smiled softly, "Nothing."
"Are you worried about something?" Nangong Mingchuan seemed to notice that she had been preoccupied lately, as if something was on her mind.
Tang Yuyan glanced at him and lowered her eyelids without hiding, "Recently, I've been having a strange dream."
Nangong Mingchuan frowned, "What dream?"
Tang Yuyan lifted her eyes, recalling the scattered scenes that flashed through her dreams recently.
"I dreamt that I watched a car accident happen, with a little girl standing beside me..."
"Don't think too much about it, the accident is in the past." He walked closer, unable to resist comforting her.
