She clutched his neck tightly, her face covered in tears and sweat.
Nian lie hugged her back tightly and patted her gently. it's just a dream. Ning Qing, don't be afraid.
Ning Qing's heart clenched.
That kind of fear and terror was too real, as if she had really experienced it.
"Nian lie, Nian lie."
She repeated his name over and over again, and her nasal voice was obvious.
"It's fine, it's fine now."
He didn't know what else he could do other than comfort her.
"What did you dream of?" he asked after ning Qing had calmed down.
She withdrew from his arms and her eyes flickered.
Nian Xi held her shoulders and wanted her to look at him.
"Don't lie, ning Qing. Tell me, who did you dream of?"
Ning Qing was still trembling, but her heart settled a little under his firm question and affirmative gaze.
"The hospital's operating table is saying that someone wants to abort my child," she said.
