"Mu Liang, don't leave me..." Qiao Xia didn't know what she dreamt of, but she felt particularly distressed, gently shaking her head, her hands tightly clutching the blanket, knuckles turning white, "Don't leave me..."
"Baby... don't leave us..."
...
A heaviness filled Mu Liang's chest, and he gripped her hand, his palm carrying a bit of soft warmth as he tightly held her whitened hand. His kiss landed on the back of her hand and didn't let go, yet he was unable to make a promise.
"Don't leave us, don't leave us, don't get married... Mu Liang, don't leave us..." As nightmares swept over Qiao Xia, a tear slid down from the corner of her eye. Mu Liang reached out, touching it, and felt the moisture.
He seemed to feel her pain, his own discomfort.
"I'm not going anywhere, rest easy and sleep."
