The game of Fate

Tears rolled down on the corner of her eyes as she fell asleep, a gentle hand wiping her tears with his long finger. Zhao Li Xin watched Lory's sleeping face from the bedside with grim eyes, his heart ached whenever she saw her silently cry like this. It's funny that a few years ago he thought he was incapable to feel a human feeling, but now he was overwhelmed with different feelings every day, and it's all because of her. 

"Is she having a nightmare?" Huo Long peak from the opposite side of the bed.

"No, it wasn't, she has a beautiful dream…" Zhao Li Xin said with a mirthless smile "She used to say, what hurt her wasn't a nightmare but a sweet dream instead, because that beautiful moment would disappear when she woke up"

"Poor little girl…" Huo Long sighed.