Qiao Yanjue hugged Xia Xibei and buried his face in the nape of her neck, a little emotional.
"What's wrong?"
Xia Xibei was hugged by him and confused.
Did he become vulnerable after this injury?
"You're still alive… It's wonderful!"
Qiao Yanjue hugged her, his body shaking a little.
"Huh?"
Xia Xibei was even more confused.
What did he mean by she was still alive? Wasn't she always there?
"Are you okay?"
She pushed him away and stared at him.
"It's fine," Qiao Yanjue shook his head. "Just had some dreams."
"Dreams?" Xia Xibei asked. "What kind of dreams?"
"Just... Some very strange dreams."
Qiao Yanjue's eyes were complicated, as if he had experienced much trauma.
"Strange dreams?" Xia Xibei became interested. "Tell me about it?"
"Some... I don't remember," Qiao Yanjue's face reddened suspiciously.
Xia Xibei couldn't help but stare, "You didn't have a sexy dream, did you?"
