Dreams, many, many, more dreams, nightmares lurking in like shadows.
In the dark room, Tapir curled up on the purple wicker chair and slept soundly. However, this was not a beautiful dream. Feng Di was half-bent by the wicker chair and quietly stared at the face in his sleep. It was quiet but not calm. Even in his sleep, his expression had never been calm. This teenage girl does not have the innocence and brilliance of her age. The tightly knitted eyebrows betrayed the fluctuating emotions in her dream, and the shadow of nightmares reflected deep sadness and helplessness on her face. But a fifteen-year-old girl actually has such sadness that is disproportionate to her age.
Feng Di gently stretched out her hand to smooth the frown on the girl's face, and her long fingers crossed her eyebrows, like a soothing incense burning between her eyebrows - misty and warm. Gradually, the girl became as gentle as an unfurling rose, and this dream seemed to have passed. "Feng Di, will you always stay with me..." The girl murmured in her sleep, as if such a warm hand would be lost at any time, especially in nightmares.
The hand trembled almost imperceptibly when hearing these words.