In her dream, Li Shaoting's distant expression was as cold as an eternally frozen iceberg, sending a slow chill crawling up her spine. She shrank back, unable to even move her feet to run away.
Sitting on the edge of Xiaoxin's bed, Jian An'an prepared breakfast for him. Watching him eat with relish, her gaze drifted into a daze as the scene from her dream replayed endlessly in her mind.
Dreams are always the opposite of reality; she must have been frightened by Li Shaoting's actions yesterday to have had such a terrifying and bizarre dream.
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