Huo Shen's heart tightened as he listened to Lin Anning's words.
Were those so-called dreams really just dreams?
Lin Anning, curled up in his arms, was shivering uncontrollably, and he had never seen her so frightened before.
Even in her sleep, the hand clutching the corner of his clothes never loosened its grip.
The next morning, Lin Anning woke up to find that Huo Shen had maintained his embrace all night, motionless.
She rubbed her eyes and hurriedly sat up.
"Why didn't you wake me? Aren't you tired like this?"
Her voice was still hoarse from crying the night before.
Huo Shen rubbed her head and gave a light chuckle.
"Tired? My partner is light, isn't she?"
"Are you hungry? Come on, let's go have some breakfast."
Upon hearing this, Lin Anning pursed her lips.
"Can't we just eat at home? I don't want to go out."
She was afraid, afraid of running into those two again.
Huo Shen didn't press her and made two bowls of egg noodles in the kitchen.
