After the tears fell, the young man's face was slightly frightened, twitching uneasily.

Shu Yan's eyes froze, and he slowly placed his hand on Yan Ming's head, trying to wake him up gently, but he heard a sound.

"dad……"

Her hand suddenly stopped.

…

It's a March day, and it's chilly.

The breeze blew over the face, which made people feel extremely comfortable, but Yan Ming was in a bad mood. He huddled in the corner and watched the scene in the distance.

The middle-aged man was bundled into a sack and stuffed into the back of the car.

And he saw the car being pushed off the viaduct. The vehicle rolled and landed. Amidst the violent explosion, black smoke billowed into the sky, bringing out blood.

But the middle-aged man didn't even utter a death scream.

Yan Ming huddled in the corner, like an autistic child, his eyes full of fear, but he didn't even cry. He just huddled there in such a small ball, looking into the distance, remembering everything.

The five-year-old child's face had already been flooded with tears.

When the scene changed, his mother was trapped alive in a building that was on fire. He watched his mother standing in the fence crying, smiling and waving to him, asking him to live well.

Finally, a handful of loess buried everything.

Yan Ming's tears became more and more fierce. He returned to the orphanage, to the streets where he fought with wild dogs for food, and to the moment when he finally found Shu Yan.

Then, the knife in his hand stabbed in without any warning.

Shu Yan's shocked gaze made his smile and tears flow out.

"Shu Yan, I hate you. If it weren't for you, my parents wouldn't have died. If it weren't for the Song family, my father wouldn't have died. If it weren't for Lin Shiheng, my mother wouldn't have died. If it weren't for you, I would have another child. Complete home!”

In his dream, he roared at Shu Yan, who was about to die.

But before Shu Yan's body had cooled down, he saw Lin Shiheng bringing someone over to rescue Shu Yan.

And he was beaten to death by Lin Shiheng's people, just like his parents, who had been kind and kind all their lives, but ended up dead without a whole body.

He, too, died.

Yan Ming's nightmare came to an abrupt end.

After he woke up, he didn't know where he was for a moment. He looked around blankly, with moisture still remaining in the corners of his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his hand, as if the warmth of Shu Yan's blood in his dream still remained.

So wet, so hot.

"Xiao Ming, you..."

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears, and Yan Ming suddenly took two steps back as if he was frightened by thunder, and fell down on the edge of the bed.

What caught his eye was Shu Yan's concerned eyes and the tissue in her hand.

Yan Ming looked at her in panic, suddenly wiped away tears, and then rolled towards Shu Yan and threw her down.

"Sister Yan, wuwuwu... I dreamed that my father died and my mother died too. I have no home..."

The boy kept sobbing, and the sound of crying penetrated Shu Yan's eardrums. The fatal pain made her tremble even when she breathed.

She was already weak, but now she was being pressed by the boy. Her ears and neck were filled with the boy's tears and voice, and her fingertips began to tremble.

"Xiao Ming."

Nothing could be said.

She didn't know how to comfort this young man who was disturbed by nightmares.

And Yan Ming, who threw Shu Yan down, cried loudly and squinted his eyes.

Almost, almost he couldn't bear it anymore.