When Ye Sang was dreaming in her sleep, she dreamt of her daddy number two who was all alone in this lifetime, eventually dying in front of a gun.
The little girl stood on the side and there was nothing she could do.
She watched as the bullet was shot into the man's chest.
In her dream, Shen Chuchen was alone until death.
The little thing woke up from the nightmare and the strand of hair stood up on her head. She glanced around blankly,
"Daddy, daddy...."
Ye Sang's pale face was still full of helplessness.
Shen Chuchen paused in the middle putting a tie on, and he blankly stared for a second when he met her teary eyes.
"What's wrong?" His lips curved upwards and leaned in with a smile, "Had a nightmare?"
Shen Chuchen wanted to tease her but she hugged him tightly.
The little thing leaned against his chest and she was warm and heavy like a little sun.