Gu Junzhu wrapped his arm around Ye Xingbei and turned around, "Let's go, we should head back."
Ye Xingbei looked back every few steps, her eyes filled with deep worry.
Gu Junzhu forcibly took her back to the bedroom.
Ye Xingbei sat down on the bed, crestfallen, "Xiao Shu... why did Xiao Shu react like this..."
"He's still young," Gu Junzhu said, "Sometimes it's normal for him to not distinguish between dream and reality. Plus, the turbulence on the plane tired him out, making it easier to confuse memories... If he doesn't come to you to talk tomorrow, don't bring it up with him. Maybe when he wakes up, he'll tell you he had a dream last night, and you can just respond accordingly, don't say anything... just wait and see."
Ye Xingbei closed her eyes, pounding her head in agony, "How... how could I have forgotten to close the door?"
