Wen Xiaomiao took a small stool and sat in the courtyard, her arms crossed her knees, her chin lying on her arms, and she was stunned as she looked at the clothes fluttering in the wind.

Cheng Muan has no news, not at all, not even Gu Haojun.

Wen Xiaomiao didn't dare to let herself be idle these days, she was basically so tired that she fell asleep at night, otherwise as soon as she stopped, she couldn't help but think about Cheng Mu'an, think of his words and deeds, and think of what he said to her, everything, as long as it is related to Cheng Mu'an.

So she didn't dare to be idle, thinking about it but not seeing, and when she thought that Cheng Mu'an was still in danger all the time, the feeling of anxious waiting and uneasy pain made her crazy, she was afraid, afraid that one day as soon as she opened her eyes, someone would tell her that Cheng Mu'an was dead, and she would not be able to stand it.

But today, the matter of Lian Shuang and Shayima touched her, Wen Xiaomiao seemed to be luckier than them, she missed Cheng Mu'an so much, she really couldn't control it, even if her heart hurt to death.

Wen Xiaomiao sat there silently shedding tears, rubbing the hosta given to her by Cheng Mu'an, there seemed to be a trace of Cheng Mu'an's breath left on it, she put it on her cheek, tears fell to the ground, instantly fell into the soil and disappeared, Wen Xiaomiao fell asleep in a daze.

Wen Xiaomiao felt that someone tapped her shoulder and whispered softly in her ear, she raised her head, Cheng Mu'an's face appeared in front of her unexpectedly, it was actually the first time they met, spotless like a fairy in the sky, Cheng Mu'an showed a smile that Wen Xiaomiao had almost never seen, standing beside her, her figure was tall, her long black hair poured down, extremely elegant, her clothes were still the moon-white she liked, with a jade belt around her waist, holding a jade flute in one hand, and putting one hand on her shoulder, with a smooth and white face, dark and deep eyes, With a charming color, he was looking at Wen Xiaomiao affectionately.

"Brother An, you're back." Wen Xiaomiao hurriedly stood up happily, wanting to hold Cheng Mu'an, but her hand fell short.

Wen Xiaomiao looked down at her hand in surprise, and then looked at Cheng Muan, who was still smiling at Wen Xiaomiao.

Wen Xiaomiao reached out again, Cheng Mu'an was like a flower in the moon mirror in the water, ethereal and couldn't grasp it, Wen Xiaomiao was anxious, and wanted to reach out to hug him, but he was about to fall down when he stumbled hard.

Wen Xiaomiao stumbled, and before she could fully react, she saw Lian Shuang and her mother supporting her with both hands.

"Xiao Miao, it's so cold, why are you falling asleep outside, be careful of the wind and cold, I see that you haven't rested well these days, if you want to sleep, go to sleep in the house." Lian Shuang's mother said kindly.

Wen Xiaomiao looked around, the hosta fell to the ground at some point, it turned out that she had a dream just now, and they all said that dreams have no color, but this dream is so clear, Wen Xiaomiao picked up the hosta and wiped it gently.

"Auntie, I dreamed of Brother An, but I couldn't catch him." Wen Xiaomiao hadn't completely detached herself from the dream just now, and that feeling of loss and fear.

"They all say that the dream is the opposite, it's okay, maybe he's coming back soon." Lian Shuang's mother comforted.

"I hope so." Wen Xiaomiao's small hand clutched the hosta tightly.

"Don't be blind if you don't have anything to do, if you have time, help the eldest lady to accompany Shuang'er, she has a lot of trouble now." Even her mother sighed when she mentioned her daughter.

"I went to see Sister Shuang'er just now, she is very good, very calm, no different from before, you don't have to worry too much, I will accompany her more." Wen Xiaomiao, in turn, comforted Lian Shuang's mother.