Li Lingling didn't really know what kind of mood she was in when she said that sentence.
But it seemed different from what she had thought before. Some strange emotions, ones she didn't know how to name, were rising from her heart.
Li Lingling temporarily suppressed these feelings and continued to comfort Niannian for a while.
Throughout the next day, Niannian occupied her thoughts—this had happened before because she felt an extra attachment to this child she had personally protected at the settlement.
But today, she hadn't realized that Niannian's words carried extra weight in her heart.
That night, after work, Li Lingling had a strange dream.
In the dream, there was a corridor; the lights flickered on and off, and mottled shadows danced on the walls. The floor was covered with a thin layer of chill, resembling water, silently flowing past her feet.
She stood in the corridor, clutching an indistinct object in her palm, feeling slightly cool and with a blurry outline.
