The moonlight flowed in gentle streams, washing over the room glow from the window. Meng Xi'er drifted into a profound slumber, in the dream, Lu Qingchuan held her hand as they walked towards the garden. She saw Jiuhou's parents standing there, looking at her with affectionate and loving eyes, just like they used to. Meng Xi'er stood next to Lu Qingchuan, looking all grown up.
Don't worry about me, daddy, mummy, Xixi is not alone in this world. I am growing up, I will protect those I love, just like you did. I will also make sure not to hurt anyone who loves me.
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When Meng Xi'er woke up, she realised her pillow was soaked through.
Staring fuzzily at the damp pillow, she tried to recall what her dream was about, the one that made her cry so much it wet her pillow.
However, she could remember nothing, just feeling it was a gentle and sad dream, with a familiar nostalgic aura about it.
