Yijun's eyes gradually softened, and he asked gently, "Are you feeling better?"
Song Lingling's face was still very pale, "I... had a nightmare."
"Hmm, you couldn't be woken up."
Song Lingling's eyes reddened, "It was a terrifying dream. He wanted to take me away."
"He... who is he?" Yijun frowned.
Song Lingling shook her head gently, "I don't know who he is. He was very frightening, his entire body was decaying, and white maggots were crawling all over the rotten flesh..."
Saying this, the fear in Song Lingling surged again from her heart. Thinking back to last night's dream, she was very afraid.
Her gaze trembled, full of terror.
Yijun saw her like this, his chest felt heavy. Her appearance in the nightmare last night really shocked him.
Hearing her describe the dream made him feel even more incredulous; was a ghost trying to drag her away?
Yijun had never felt that way; one should believe in science and not superstition.
