"Mo Li, I told you not to kiss me randomly." Yan Baibai's tone was angry, but her eyes became wet and hot.
"Human monk, go to hell!" Mo Li's gentle face suddenly changed and turned into that of the real and powerful young master of the demon clan.
Then Yan Baibai felt like she was thrown out, followed by a feeling of weightlessness. She could only wave her hands vigorously, trying to grab something to hold on to.
Then, she fell into a warm and strong embrace again. He cared about her tenderly, but his eyes did not have a trace of warmth...
"Baibai, wake up..."
Yan Baibai opened her eyes and saw the same face as in her dream, Xiao Changhen's face.
Her vision was blurred, but she could still see the worried look on Xiao Changhen's face, as if he was a bionic robot that had undergone systematic training in order to hide among humans.
"Baibai, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Changhen asked gently while wiping the tears from Yan Baibai's face.
"Nothing." Yan Baibai sat up and rubbed his eyes, then continued, "It was just a nightmare."
Xiao Changhen got up, lit a candle, and returned to sit by the bed. At this moment, a few cocks crowed in the distance. Yan Baibai put down her hand, and her eyes began to feel dry again.
Yan Baibai's vision improved a little. She looked at Xiao Changhen and found that he was almost sober at this time, but there seemed some confusion on his face.
What was he wondering about? Yan Baibai was a little confused.
"So it was a nightmare. This is very... very normal. Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiao Changhen said, silently turning his eyes away from Yan Baibai.
Seeing Xiao Changhen's performance, Yan Baibai finally knew the answer.
"Husband, how did you deal with nightmares in the past?" Yan Baibai looked at Xiao Changhen and asked.
“…” Xiao Changhen fell silent. He opened his mouth but could not say anything.
"What's wrong?" Yan Baibai asked knowingly.
"I... have never had a dream." Xiao Changhen folded his hands on the quilt and shifted his gaze to Yan Baibai's face.
People who have never had dreams have certainly never had nightmares.
Feeling Xiao Changhen's return gaze, Yan Baibai's face showed no strange expression. She knew that Xiao Changhen was observing her reaction to judge whether his situation was that of a normal person.
Yan Baibai didn't intend to let Xiao Changhen guess, and said directly: "Dad never had dreams before, until Mother died, he started dreaming. Whenever he dreamed of Mother, he would lock himself in the Wutong Courtyard, cleaning, weeding, picking flowers, and daydreaming..."
"There must be many people in this world who don't dream like my husband. How enviable."
"Envy?" Xiao Changhen was surprised: "What can I... envy?"
"Not dreaming, does that mean I won't have nightmares, husband? This is truly a powerful skill of mine."
I can neither have nightmares nor sweet dreams.
After hearing Yan Baibai's words, a light flashed in Xiao Changhen's eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his tone became much more relaxed: "Then you had a nightmare before, what happened?"
Yan Baibai thought about it seriously. Since she entered the middle stage of foundation building, she rarely dreamed. Cultivators rarely dream. Once they dream, it is a hint of something. Cultivators are more afraid of dreaming.
But she often had dreams during her Qi training period. Whenever she had a nightmare, her master, senior brothers and sisters would use her favorite things to comfort her, and she would quickly forget the content of the nightmare.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Yan Baibai suddenly smile, as if all the unhappiness in his heart had disappeared, Xiao Changhen was still a little confused.
Shouldn’t having a nightmare be a bad thing? Why are you laughing again?
"I used to cry when I had nightmares, and the people around me would try their best to cheer me up." Yan Baibai saw Xiao Changhen's confusion again and explained, "I smiled because I knew that the people around me cared about me. I was happy, so I smiled."
Xiao Changhen nodded: It turns out that happy things in the past can also transcend time and heal the pain of the present.
So...does the pain from the past have the same impact on the present?
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