"What dream did you have?"
Xia Qingyi wiped her face with her hand. She tried her best to recall her dream, only to realize that she could barely remember anything. She did not even know why she had cried.
"I… don't know… I can only remember… my hand clutching a knife. It was really dark around… and I kept walking forward… I… I don't know why I cried. I really don't know…" Xia Qingyi only knew that her mind was very confused. The memories of her dream were blurry and fuzzy. She did not know where she was. A strong sense of helplessness wrapped around her heart as she felt the tears streaming down her face after she woke up.
"I'll get you a glass of water," Mo Han said as he glanced at her tired face.
