He could only repeatedly hold her hand, softly or with a firmer grip, fearing that losing control of his emotions would wake her up.
For the first time in his life, he felt like a helpless child.
Seeing Kali's lips move slightly, as if speaking, he hurriedly leaned in to listen.
"He... Feichen... I'm... sorry..."
Kali's brows were tightly furrowed, and her hand quickly clenched into a fist. She was dreaming, with tears glistening at the corners of her eyes even in her sleep.
It seemed like she was dreaming of something unpleasant.
He Feichen felt his heart tighten.
He didn't know what Kali was dreaming about, but he knew her dream must be related to him.
"He Feichen..."
This time, Kali's sleep-talking was much clearer, as if she was about to wake up.
He Feichen tightly grasped her hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Just with that sentence, Kali's furrowed brow suddenly relaxed, and her body was no longer tense as before.
Soon, she was asleep again.
