Through the light outside the window, he saw Qiao Yue's face getting redder and redder, and her brows furrowing more and more tightly.

The supple black hair on the side of her face was gradually wet with sweat, her eyes were closed, and Su Mingyuan saw tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

From Qiao Yue's pained expression, he could feel her pain and depression.

Su Mingyuan didn't know what Qiao Yue saw in the dream, he just wanted to wake her up quickly and help her get out of that nightmare.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to wake her up, but saw that Qiao Yue seemed to be unable to bear it and suddenly woke up from her dream.

She held her head in her hands, covered her ears, and kept saying "no, no" in her mouth, as if trying to block out some sound from her ears.

When Su Mingyuan saw Qiao Yue like this, he was so distressed that his breath stagnated, and he didn't think about it, so he hugged the slender body tightly in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Su Mingyuan put it to her ear, whispering comfort over and over again, his voice was soft and warm, just like the distress and love in his eyes at this time.

Su Mingyuan's warm and powerful embrace, for Qiao Yue at this time, was like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a piece of driftwood, and hope was rekindled in despair.

Under Su Mingyuan's comfort, Qiao Yue gradually quieted down, but her hands clutched Su Mingyuan's clothes, for fear that if she let go, she would fall into that terrible nightmare again.

This dream entanglement tormented her for eight years, although it has been so long, but every time it is repeated in the dream, Qiao Yue is still tormented.

She watched the people she loved and those who loved her leave her, over and over again, reminding her of this cruel truth.

There is no cruel thing in the world than this.

Qiao Yue, who was nestled in Su Mingyuan's arms, was pulled out of the nightmare just now after a long time.

Qiao Yue, who had calmed down, gradually regained her senses, and there was a familiar and throbbing masculine aura from the tip of her nose, which was the unique smell of Su Mingyuan.

Qiao Yue's body stiffened, and the hand holding the shirt on Su Mingyuan's chest subconsciously loosened.

She only felt that just when she was most frightened and helpless, a pair of warm hands suddenly grabbed her and gave her strength, and then she came to a thick and warm embrace.

Qiao Yue thought that she was still in a dream, but now she realized that all this was not a dream, because she was really sitting on the bed, tightly held in her arms by a pair of strong arms.

Qiao Yue slowly raised her head from his arms, from the well-defined chin, to the graceful cheeks, to the dark and deep eyes, Qiao Yue was shocked, who was not Su Mingyuan.

However, the things in Su Mingyuan's eyes made Qiao Yue feel strange, not angry, not cynical, but, distressed?

Qiao Yue didn't have time to think about it, because in the next second, her familiar indifference and alienation had already appeared in those eyes.

As if it was a subconscious action, Qiao Yue pushed Su Mingyuan away, her body shrank back, and her gaze avoided his dark eyes a little unnaturally.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qiao Yue whispered, she curled her legs, crossed her arms on her knees, and wrapped her thin body.

Su Mingyuan froze in place, his eyes looked at Qiao Yue who was wary of him without blinking, and his gaze gradually became cold.

Just now, she was lying tightly in her arms like a poor kitten, clinging to herself defenselessly, Su Mingyuan was distressed and wanted to rub her into her body.

For a moment, he even thought, to go to his hatred, that he just wanted her, to be with her, to love her, to protect her.

But it was all like a dream, and when he woke up, he had to return to reality even if he didn't want to.