Yan Huan still wanted to cry. She wanted to cry her heart out.
“Is there a mudslide somewhere?”Lu Yi asked.
Yan Huan continued to shake her head. She was really going to cry. Lu Yi did not understand her at all. They did not have any psychological connection.
“Then, is Haijiang going to flood again?”Lu Yi guessed again.
Yan Huan Lay on the pillow, crying so hard that she was about to die.
“What’s going on?”Lu Yi placed his hand on Yan Huan’s shoulder. He was so upset by her crying that he wanted to kill her. She was fine, but what strange dream did she have that made her cry like this.
Yan Huan was sobbing, telling him intermittently what nightmare she had. Lu Yi was dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.