"What's wrong?" Ren Chuqing asked.
Wen Muqing slowly lifted his head, smiling with his lips, "Nothing."
Really nothing? Ren Chuqing was somewhat skeptical; his smile always made her feel like he was suppressing something.
During the night, Ren Chuqing was suddenly awakened from her sleep by the sound of Wen Muqing's voice.
"Don't... don't... I... I'm not..." Broken voices spilled out of his mouth, intermittently.
Ren Chuqing turned on the bedside lamp and saw Wen Muqing with his eyes closed, his forehead breaking into a cold sweat that had dampened his bangs.
He was still asleep, but extremely restless, his hands hanging beside him seemed to be grasping at something in the air.
"Mom... mom... I'm... not... don't... hate me..." He mumbled on, with such a pained expression.
Ren Chuqing was startled, was he dreaming about his mother?
