Zhuo Junyue, hearing what Sister Cai said, nodded and entered the main bedroom on the first floor.
He gently opened the door to see An An sleeping sweetly with her head resting on Lin Liuliu's arm.
Zhuo Junyue checked the time, it was already past five, An An usually doesn't nap for this long.
However, considering she had nightmares last night, Zhuo Junyue thought that it might be good to let her sleep.
Ever since the incident with Ningyan, An An's quality of sleep had noticeably worsened.
Usually, she would have no problem sleeping alone.
But these past few days, if he wasn't with her, she would almost always have nightmares.
Thinking of her crying so pitifully, Zhuo Junyue felt a pang in his heart.
Ironically, the nightmares An An had were related to Ningyan.
Sometimes he was afraid, afraid that An An's dreams would come true and that the little one would be in trouble.
