Xiajun Zihao tried to identify the person carefully, trying to find the person in the White mist in his dream.
At the last moment, he seemed to have seen the person clearly. It was his mother!
It was the kind of loving and gentle eyes, and the lines on his face were gentle.
And in a daze, he seemed to see her gently holding a little boy and coaxing him. The little boy was crying non-stop.
Suddenly, she turned her head and glanced in his direction.
At that moment, xiajun Zihao woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, there was a glint in his eyes.
Xie Yan 'er had already woken up. She looked at xiajun Zihao in a daze, her eyes full of worry."Brother Hao, what's wrong?"
Xiajun Zihao's eyes were deep, but when he saw Xie Yan 'er, his gaze softened. He reached out and touched Xie Yan' er's hair."Did I scare you?"
