Zhang Yiming: "..." Well, the frightened person is right to say anything.

Cooperating with Feng Yin's support, Zhang Yiming hurriedly urged: "Go back to the quilt quickly, don't get frozen."

After the buffer just now, Feng Yin finally came out of the loneliness and panic.

The night wind blew, and the cold air was so loud that she shivered: "Oh, it's so cold."

While speaking, he hurriedly got into his bed and wrapped himself tightly.

"Puff."

This was the first time since I met her that she saw her vivid and childish look. Zhang Yiming couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing the laughter coming from beside him, Feng Yin's eyes were seen from the quilt.

"Huh? Why is there light?"

Only then did she see that the indoor light was abnormal, "Where did it come from?"

Zhang Yiming was amused by her realization: "Of course it was given to you for your husband. If you need light, how can you lose your chain for your husband?"

Feng Yin: "...Then I need silver now, my husband can give me some."

"Puff, cough cough."

A woman's words made Zhang Yiming choke, and he was speechless: "Madam, I'll hand over all the money I've earned for my husband over the years to you."

Feng Yin recovered a little in the quilt, then he stuck his head out and looked at him with a smile: "Then why are you pretending to be like this?"

"My wife, be civilized, pay attention to civilization."

Zhang Yiming was knocked down by her again and quickly reminded her in a low voice.

He also raised his hand and pointed to the red candle he placed on the kang: "Do you dare to say that this light was not given to you for your husband?"

Feng Yin looked at the candle that had begun to shed tears, and it had obviously been lit for a long time.

She frowned slightly, feeling strange inexplicably.

"You won't forget what just happened, right?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but remind him, "You just woke up from a nightmare, but it seemed that you were just physically awake and mentally in a dream."

"I didn't respond no matter how I called you, so I lit a candle in an anxious way, which awakened your spiritual will."

After his reminder, Feng Yin's brain returned to normal after briefly cutting off the fragments, remembering what happened tonight.

She took a deep breath: "I had the same dream again. This time I saw it a little clearer, but I still couldn't see everyone's faces clearly, nor did I see the location clearly."

"Only the sprayed blood, the chopped heads and broken arms are more real than last time."

"Then the people who took me away, one by one, seemed to be ignorant of fear, and they protected me desperately."

Speaking of this, Feng Yin felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her heart, which was so suffocating.

Zhang Yiming looked at her pale face again and hurriedly said, "If you don't want to recall, stop talking about it."

"No, let me say it."

Feng Yin shook her head at him, "If I hide it in my heart, I'm afraid I'll go crazy."

"Okay, you said."

Zhang Yiming looked at her worriedly, reached out and lifted the quilt, "I can talk about it if I can't come from my quilt, I can borrow a shoulder for you to lean on for now."

Feng Yin looked at his movements and stared at his deep gaze for a while.

He turned over and pulled his bedding closer to the man, then lay down again and said, "This is OK."

Zhang Yiming looked at the woman half an arm away from her, his eyes flashed slightly, and he reached out to pass through her neck, letting her head rest on his forearm.

And responded softly: "Well, that's OK."

Feng Yin: "..."
Chapter completed!