Breathing is no longer smooth and even, becoming rapid and chaotic.

There was a strange redness on his face, but thin beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead. His hands were grabbing at the quilt under him, and his feet were kicking at random.

It was as if he was running, crossing, and chasing in a dream. At the same time, his lips with a layer of white dead skin were purring, and vague sounds came out of his mouth intermittently.

"Katsuo... don't go, don't, don't go..."

"Duoer!"

Yang Ruoqing leaned forward, holding a handkerchief in her hand and gently wiping the sweat from Xiaoduo's forehead.

"Duo'er."

"Katsuo, don't, don't go, don't go..."

Xiaoduo began to shake his head, there was a sob in his throat, and tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

"Duo'er, wake up, wake up quickly."

Yang Ruoqing gently patted Xiaoduo's cheek. Xiaoduo seemed to be trapped in the whirlpool of a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself. His whole body was moving and his body was undulating greatly, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Yang Ruoqing was so anxious that she lost her handkerchief, controlled Xiaoduo's head, and dug her nails into the other person's body.

Xiaoduo's body suddenly stiffened, but her eyes suddenly opened.

The pupils seemed to have two masses of black energy, covering up the original clarity.

"Duo'er, wake up, I'm your sister."

As Yang Ruoqing called out one after another, the black energy gradually dispersed from Xiaoduo's pupils, revealing her original look.

After a moment of confusion, Xiaoduo recognized the person nearby and remembered the previous dream.

"sister!"

She choked and called out, sat up and threw herself into Yang Ruoqing's arms.

Yang Ruoqing gently stroked Xiaoduo's back. The clothes on her back were already wet with sweat and stuck to her body.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to get up and help Xiaoduo find some dry clothes to change into, but Xiaoduo hugged her too tightly.

Not only that, she also leaned on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder and trembled, saying twitchingly: "Sister, I dreamed about Shengnan. No matter how I called him, he ignored me, wuwu..."

"Dreams are all fake. It's okay now..."

Yang Ruoqing patted Xiaoduo's back and persuaded her softly.

Xiaoduo shook his head, sat up straight, grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand, looked into her eyes and said eagerly: "I dreamed that in a valley, I saw a man carrying firewood in front of me.

One foot is wearing shoes, but one foot is not wearing shoes."

"I really thought I was lost in my dream, so I chased him and wanted to ask him. I patted his shoulder, and when I turned around, it was his face!"

"I didn't know how happy I was at that moment. I went up and hugged him and cried. I asked him where have you been during this time? I was so anxious that my family was looking for you.

You'll be happy to find someone, and the children will also miss you!"

"I wanted to drag him home, but not only did he not come back with me, he even pushed me away."

"He didn't even care about asking for firewood and ran away. I chased and shouted from behind, but he didn't look back. I fell behind him and he finally stopped."

"Standing far away from me, he also cried. He seemed to shout something to me, but I didn't hear it clearly, and then he woke up..."

After Xiaoduo finished talking about the dream just now, she sobbed on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder again.

On the other side of the kitchen, Mrs. Sun and He Lian'er heard the noise in the house and followed the sound and came over.

Seeing Xiaoduo actually sitting up and crying like Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Sun burst into tears of joy.

He didn't even bother to find out what Xiaoduo said. He hugged Xiaoduo from behind and screamed, "My son, my flesh, my miserable daughter."

He Lian'er stood behind them. When she saw this scene, she quietly turned her face to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Because of Sun's participation, Sun and Xiaoduo, mother and daughter, hugged each other and cried.

When she looked up, she saw the little sisters Jiaojiao and Lingling peeking out at the door, so she waved to them and let the two children in.

When the two sisters saw Xiaoduo waking up, their faces were very happy. They wanted to come forward and get close to Xiaoduo, but they were a little timid.

"Auntie, I'm afraid."

When Yang Ruoqing tried to send Jiaojiao to the bedside, Jiaojiao grabbed Yang Ruoqing's sleeve and hid behind her, whispering very quietly.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that it was because Xiaoduo's condition was very unstable during this period, so the two children were frightened, and they were a little awkward at the moment. If the children were given more time, they would definitely come over and get close to them.

After all, Xiaoduo is Jiaojiao's biological mother, and she treats Lingling, her nominal niece, as her own.

"Don't be afraid, Jiaojiao, your mother loves you the most. Come on, come over and say a few words to your mother."

Jiaojiao looked up at her mother who was still lying in Sun's arms crying like a child. She blinked her eyes a few times and said in a low voice, "I don't know what to say."

Yang Ruoqing whispered a few words into Jiaojiao's ear.

Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and moved her little body to the bedside.

In the expectant eyes of Yang Ruoqing and He Lian'er, she gently pulled the corners of Xiaoduo's clothes and shouted in a soft voice: "Mother~"

Xiaoduo turned around and saw Jiaojiao lying beside the bed, holding the corner of her clothes with her little hands, looking up at him expectantly.

"Jiaojiao!"

Xiaoduo choked up and was about to lean over to hug the child, but Jiaojiao herself was already using her hands and feet, clumsily moving her little body to lie on the bed.

Jiaojiao's height standing on the bed was shorter than that of Xiaoduo who was sitting. Before the child could stand still, she threw herself into Xiaoduo's arms, hugged Jiaojiao's neck affectionately and kissed Xiaoduo's face fiercely.

He took a sip of 'pop'.

"Mom, don't sleep anymore. Jiaojiao wants you to wake up and play with me."

Xiaoduo hugged Jiaojiao tightly, nodding while crying, and kissed the child randomly on the head, face, and little hands.

While kissing and nodding, tears fell on the child's face like broken beads.

Children are not sensible and cannot understand the inner feelings of a mother at this moment.

On the contrary, she felt that the tears falling on her face were wet, a little warm at first, then a little cold, and the kiss made her feel numb and itchy, which was very interesting.

So Jiaojiao twisted her little body in Xiaoduo's arms and giggled.

No wonder everyone says the child is an angel. Sure enough, this laughter has been absent for a long time in the third room of the Yang family, and it is so healing.

Xiaoduo couldn't help but smile. She hugged Jiaojiao and said guiltily, "It's your fault. Mom is not sleeping anymore. Mom is awake and playing with you."

Jiaojiao was so happy that she almost cheered.

Sun, Yang Ruoqing, He Lianer and others saw this scene from the sidelines and quietly exchanged glances with each other. They all saw a touch of relaxation in each other's eyes.

Then, Yang Ruoqing discovered Lingling not far away.

The child bit his lip lightly and looked at Xiaoduo and Jiaojiao hugging each other on the bed with extremely envious eyes.

Xiaoduo had just woken up from a long nightmare and had not yet worried about Lingling.

Then, Yang Ruoqing coughed lightly.
Chapter completed!