Mu Siyin took a deep breath as Shi Beiyu held her tightly. Somehow, it was the only way that could calm the fears in her heart.
"Had a nightmare?"
Shi Beiyu questioned softly. He placed a big hand on her back and gently rubbed it.
Feeling his warmth and his breath against her skin, Mu Siyin nodded lightly. "Yeah. I… I think I dreamt about my sister's accident. It looked so terrifying."
The image of the blood was still lingering in her mind. Bright red blood covered every spot on the ground.
Upon hearing this, Shi Beiyu's hand paused for a second on her back. Then, he pulled her into a tighter embrace and comforted her, "You're thinking too much. It happened 12 years ago. Don't torment yourself over something that has long passed."
Mu Siyin nodded her head. "Okay."
Shi Beiyu was right. The accident had happened so long ago, and they were already dead. What was the point of grappling over this matter?
