As soon as the door was pushed open, the sound of crying inside became more distinct.
Huo Xingzhou strode with his long legs, taking two steps to the bedside. He found that Qiao Xi hadn't woken up, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about, crying with tears all over her face, looking very pitiful.
He didn't wake her.
Instead, he wrung out a towel to wipe the tears off her face.
It's said that people having nightmares shouldn't be woken up impulsively. Although he didn't believe those rumors, he didn't want to take any risks with Qiao Xi.
She was crying uncontrollably.
Huo Xingzhou held her hand, discovering that her palm was sweaty.
Qiao Xi cried herself awake, her vision blurred but vaguely able to see a figure. She sniffed, and tears again started to slip down from the corners of her eyes.
Huo Xingzhou wiped away her tears.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
