Yang Ruxin's face lit up instantly. She opened her arms, ready to embrace the three little "dumplings," but suddenly, the snow beneath them caved in, forming a large pit, and the three babies were running toward her, about to fall in.
Yang Ruxin wanted to stop them but found she couldn't move her legs. All she could do was shout anxiously, "Don't come over, it's dangerous!"
But the three children couldn't hear her and didn't know the danger, continuing to giggle as they ran toward her.
"Go back, no..."
"Sister?" Yu Qingge pushed Yang Ruxin hard, "Sister? Wake up."
Yang Ruxin suddenly opened her eyes to see Yu Qingge's anxious face. Realizing it was just a dream, she let out a sigh of relief.
"What happened?" Yu Qingge handed her a handkerchief, "You shouted so loudly just now, scared me to death."
"I had a nightmare." Yang Ruxin wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the handkerchief, "It's nothing now. You can sleep some more."
