He Songning also patted the dry straw laid beside him and said to Xue Qingyin: "If you are afraid of having nightmares, please sleep with me."

Qiao Xinyu's face looked strange for a moment.

Mr. Xue doesn’t know if this is a bit overwhelming?

Even if they are close brothers and sisters, they shouldn't be like this when they are adults... Besides, they don't have that good relationship.

But Xue Qingyin didn't go there.

He Songning was not angry either. He held the knife in one hand and closed his eyes to rest.

He had a very short dream.

His impression of his biological mother comes from portraits.

The person who walked out of the portrait entered his dream.

But the person depicted by the stiff strokes is naturally rigid...

So his mother in his dream never had any expression.

She always stared at him like this, with a silent coldness.

He always said to her in his dreams: "It's coming."

I don't know how many times I said.

It seemed that this would make her eyes closed in the underworld.

But this day, his dream changed.

The same scroll emerged in his dream.

But the person in the painting is no longer the biological mother.

"Qingyin..." He called out that name.

That was the painting he drew himself from the Meng clan king...

Xue Qingyin walked out of the scroll, but her face was very vivid.

She smiled cleverly, and the tassels on her cheeks swayed back and forth, as if they were gently scratching the heart.

But immediately afterwards.

She started crying.

Her face was full of tears, pitiful.

"Why are you always so suspicious?" she asked him.

"Qingyin." "Qingyin..."

Xue Qingyin was woken up by He Songning's sleep-talking sound.

No matter who has his ears, he is calling himself, he cannot ignore the past.

Xue Qingyin held her breath, sat up unhappily, and arrived beside He Songning.

As soon as she pressed He Songning's knife, she wanted to wake him up.

He Songning instinctively groaned in pain, but did not wake up.

Xue Qingyin's eyes flashed.

She pinched his wound again.

He Songning suddenly opened his eyes, but the clarity of the past was no longer the brightness in his eyes.

He murmured: "Qingyin."

Then he hugged her.

Xue Qingyin pushed it down but didn't push it away, but she felt the enthusiasm conveyed from him.

He is very powerful and can still hold the Meng clan king hostage when he is injured.

But the untreated wound caused him to have a high fever.

Xue Qingyin tilted her head and thought.

Will he get a fever and die of a fever?

"Qingyin..." He Songning called out again, but this time his eyes became a little clearer.

It seems that I know I woke up from my dream.

He hissed, "I have medicine on my waist... and you can take it out."

Xue Qingyin reached out and touched her.

But she touched the hilt of the knife.

For a moment, her heart beat wildly... as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

finally.

She pulled away the knife.

"Puff".

He Songning hasn't reacted yet.

The blade sank into his chest.

Xue Qingyin breathed: "Don't trust anyone, you taught me."

He Songning widened his eyes with a ferocious look, but instead of pushing Xue Qingyin away, he grabbed her firmly.

His voice squeezed out of his throat with difficulty: "…Why?"

Full of incredibility and anger.

Xue Qingyin can finally say that.
Chapter completed!