Li Xiwu smiled faintly. "Yaoyao, did you feel anything?"
Yaoyao: "No."
Li Xiwu asked, "Does my forehead burn?"
Yaoyao was muffled. "I still can't feel it."
When he was sick, they clearly probed his forehead with their hands or pressed their foreheads against his to feel if he was sick. Why couldn't he feel it when he did the same?
Li Xiwu took the opportunity to pull Yaoyao into her arms. "I'm fine. I'm sorry to wake you up so early. Why don't I sleep with you for a while more?"
Yaoyao nestled in Li Xiwu's arms. "Okay."
Li Xiwu pulled the blanket over the two of them. Although Yaoyao said that he was not sleepy, he quickly fell asleep in her arms.
Li Xiwu couldn't sleep. She remembered the near-broken dream. She didn't know if it was a fantasy nightmare or if it really existed in her memory, but it still felt real. It was as if she had experienced it herself.
