"Xiao Moli, Xiao Moli."
An Ziqi jolted awake from her dream, calling out in terror as she sat up from her seat.
Her mind was filled with scenes from the nightmare, "Blood, blood, no."
She called out in horror, desperately shrinking back, her eyes hollow.
Xiao Moli immediately guessed that she was probably having a nightmare related to the story told by the host brother on the mountain earlier.
Seeing her so terrified at this moment, his heart ached immensely.
He could only resent himself for not being able to chase away her nightmare, cupping her cheeks in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
"An'an, don't be afraid, it's me. Look at me, I'm Xiao Moli. There's no blood, there's nothing."
An Ziqi's hollow eyes gradually focused, seeing the familiar face in front of her.
Her eyes reddened, and she immediately buried herself in Xiao Moli's embrace.
"Moli, I'm so scared."
