After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again - Chapter 1608

However, because I don’t know why, even this emotion is about to dominate her will.

But she was still patient and restrained …

This restraint erupted in the night’s sleep.

In the dream, a teenager called her “wood”.

In the dream there is a teenager lying on her trunk watching the sunrise and the sunset.

The young man in the dream was very dazzling in red in the sun.

He asked her with a smile: “Wood, are you happy?”

She didn’t know how she answered.

She stared at him and kept crying.

Tears that have been suppressed for a day, burst into a heavy rain in the dream.

The teenager reached out and held her hand: “Wood, what are you crying for, you are wood, cry again, be careful to drown yourself.”

She didn’t know why she was crying.

She couldn’t even see his eyebrows, she could only see him bright red.

But she just couldn’t hold back her cry.

He pulled her forward.

The road in the valley is winding and winding, from time to time, various elves appear, but they will soon hide.

He pulled her through the thick sycamore forest, through the lawn full of flowers, and the knee-high stream.

Finally, they climbed up to the abyss and stood at the top of the abyss.

“Wood, stop trying to remember the past.”

He let go of her hand and pushed her slowly: “I can’t remember how much better I can be, you, you and him, you must be good.”

She seemed to feel something, and finally stopped crying, only reaching out to hug him tightly.

But he had so much strength, so big, he opened her hand, pushed her shoulder away, and pushed her far away.

She heard him say, “Wood, goodbye!”

Big dream woke up.

Yange sat up suddenly.

Saburo immediately held her in her arms. “Having a nightmare again?”

The words are at a loss.

Have nightmares again?

The angina-like pain in the dream seemed to be a moment ago, so that she still feels uncomfortable up to now.

But what kind of nightmare?

She forgot.

She also asked herself in her heart, was it a nightmare?

Yan Song did not answer.

Saburo didn’t ask again.

He took her in his arms, and stroked her again and again, stroking her hair gently.

In the next few days, Yange never dreamed.

Closing your eyes is an empty feeling.

Without the kind of painful dream that made her whole person sleep for a day without knowing why.

She should have relaxed.

But the body is more sad.

Especially the chest, the uncomfortable always wanted something to gush out and burst the body.

One night she finally dreamed again.

In the dream, it was dark.

There was only a thin, soft voice shouting “粑粑, 粑粑 …”

The sound of “snoring” made Yange wake up even if it was a dream.

I remember it especially well.

The night is long, the dream is awake, and I can no longer sleep.

Tossing and turning in my mind, is the soft “粑粑”.

Strange dream, too strange that she couldn’t share it with Saburo.

It was Saburo, probably aware that she woke up and put her palm on her back.

“Saburo, haven’t you heard a story about Phoenix? Tell me, okay?”

Saburo has been stroking her back.

This gentle appeasement made her just want to nest in his arms.

She thought he didn’t sleep like her.

But he did not respond for a long time.

Just when Yange thought Saburo was asleep, she was about to turn over.

Sabur’s low hoarse voice sounded in her ear: “I really want to listen.”