"It was just a bad dream, don't worry ho?" Hong Liu caressed his cheek in comfort, though there was no frown on his forehead. Hong Liu could sense it, his heart was in turmoil and she wishes she could cage the storm in hers.
"Hao," He nodded. Hong Liu smiles and raises from where she was sitting kissing his forehead.
"I am fine, you should rest now, don't strain yourself," Xian Zhen pushed her down so she was laying on the bed and he slides by her.
