"You didn't happen to have a nightmare last night, did you?"
An Lan noticed that Huo Zhanting's state of mind seemed off and reached out with concern to touch his forehead. Huo Zhanting's thin lips were pressed tightly into a straight line. He indeed had not slept well the night before, unsure if it was because An Lan hadn't been sleeping by his side.
He dreamed that there was a layer of mist separating him from An Lan. No matter how hard he tried to chase after her, he couldn't catch up. When he woke up, startled, it was still dark outside. Anxious, Huo Zhanting went to check on Feng Mumu in her room.
Seeing An Lan holding Feng Mumu, sleeping soundly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and went out for a morning run. Yet, when he returned from his shower, the room was already empty, and he couldn't help but think of that dream.
