Zhuo Junyue, hearing her say this, held her hand tightly, their fingers interlocked.
"Wife, I promise you, I won't let anything happen to me. Even if it's just for you and our daughter, I'll make sure to take good care of you both for the rest of my life."
Su Ningyan also held his hand tightly, "Husband, get some sleep."
Since An An's dream, both Zhuo Junyue and Su Ningyan had restless sleep for the rest of the night.
Zhuo Junyue did not tell his little one about his frequent headaches recently.
If he told her about it, the little one would most likely worry more and not be able to sleep.
An An's dream must hold some truth.
There must be a reason why she had such a dream. Moreover, An An has spiritual blood in her veins, she was already a special existence.
Zhuo Junyue took a deep breath, perhaps An An's dream was hinting that he should be careful in the near future.