Su Ningyan frantically pushed, but the crowd encased her, stepping on her, causing unbearable pain.
"Move away... don't step on me... it hurts..."
She felt as if she was about to suffocate, as if all the air had been sucked away.
Zhuo Junyue watched her complexion growing worse, lightly tapping her face, "Little one, it's your Uncle Junyue, wake up, you're just having a nightmare, wake up."
Damn it, what has this nightmare turned her into?
If there hadn't been any shadows, she wouldn't be so restless even in her sleep.
After shouting for quite a while, Su Ningyan finally woke up.
She opened her eyes and dived into Zhuo Junyue's arms, "Uncle Junyue, don't go, don't go away..."
"I won't go, everything is okay now, you're safe, don't be afraid."
He took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat off her face.
After a while, Su Ningyan finally regained her composure.
She held her head, "I'm sorry, Uncle Junyue, I...I didn't mean to."
