Her words sent a tremble through his body.
When he opened his mouth to speak again, his voice was raspy and uneven, a mixture of disbelief and a glimmer of hope emerging from despair, "Really...it wasn't very terrible? You...you don't despise me?"
Despise?
Xia Wan'an felt a growing tightness in her chest, her heart hurting as though someone were clutching it, "No, I don't despise you, why would I despise you? You just had a nightmare, that's all. There's nothing to despise about that. Everyone has nightmares, I've had them too, I've even sleepwalked, so does that mean I should be despised too?"
Jingnian's heart started beating violently, and a slight tremble coursed down the arm he had wrapped around her. "Did I...say a bunch of nonsense just now? Did I...talk about my dad, my mom, and my brother...?"
