"Don't go, don't leave me..."
The little girl opened her hazy eyes, the scent of alcohol lingering between her brows.
Those eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, indescribably beautiful.
She looked at Mu Xiaojiu, yet it seemed like she didn't see him at all, just gazing at a blurry figure, her eyes unfocused.
Her mind was in chaos, in her dream, there was clearly a strong pressure, almost suffocating her.
She didn't know who it was, nor what had happened.
In short, she felt very flustered, very uneasy...
"What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" Mu Xiaojiu, who originally intended to leave, turned back.
He looked down at her face, pink and flush from the alcohol.
Her pink cheeks were tender and smooth, crystal clear, making one want to take a fierce bite.
Mu Xiaojiu's breathing faltered, his gaze staying on her face, not daring to look around randomly.
