Lu Yan resigned and frowned: "Isn't there Xiao Jiu? Why are you still thinking about that cat?"
At this time, Wen Ning's hands suddenly grabbed a few times, and his hands tightly grasped his clothes, and his whole body seemed to be in a nightmare.
"Yanyan..."
"Yanyan..."
Her voice was different from usual, full of anxiety and helplessness.
It's like in her dream, this Yanyan is not a cat, but a person, a person who is inseparable!
Lu Yanci frowned, held her hand, kissed her trembling eyelashes, and said in a very low voice: "Ning Ning, is that cat so important? In your dream, Is there me?"
Fortunately, Yan Yan is a cat. If he were a human being, he would go crazy if Wen Ning thought about him like this!
What Lu Yanci didn't know was that Wen Ning was trapped in his dream and couldn't get out.
In the dream, the scene of Zhou Yan's death was repeated repeatedly.
The bright red blood soaked the vast sky in her dream.
She stood under the bright red sky and watched his broken body disappear bit by bit, turning into bits of foam, and finally even the blood disappeared.
She ran up desperately, trying to catch the disappearing bubbles, but no matter how she ran, she just couldn't get past them or catch them.
She knew it was a dream, but she couldn't get out. The recurring dream forced her to the point where she couldn't hold on any longer.
Until later, it seemed like a pair of big hands were gently caressing her face and calling her name in a low voice.
The sound of "Ning Ning" pulled her out of that dream.
The voice was deep and magnetic. She felt familiar and safe, but she just couldn't remember whose voice it was.
However, she didn't feel much better after coming out of that dream.
The sedative put her into a deep sleep, and she had another dream.
In her dream, there was heavy snowfall. She stood in front of an unfamiliar corridor and saw a little child standing at the end of the corridor.
The wind was strong and the snow was heavy, but the child was wearing tattered clothes. He had no shoes on his little feet, so he stood barefoot in the wind and snow. His little face and hands exposed were all frozen. Got to be red.
Wen Ning felt extremely uncomfortable. He stepped forward to hug the child and asked him, "What is your name? Where is your mother?"
The child raised his pretty little face and looked at her timidly: "Mom, you haven't given me a name yet."
Wen Ning felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Vaguely, she seemed to remember that she had a child, but she seemed to have no child.
However, the child looked like someone she knew.
Who is it? She thought about it again and again, and only remembered that the person's surname seemed to be Lu, but what was his name? She tried hard to think, but she just couldn't remember.
And just thinking about it made her head hurt badly. That word "Lu" was really annoying and she didn't like it at all.
She held the child in her arms and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I forgot to name you. Let's go home and pick it up again. It's too cold here."
But the child looked at the horizon and whispered: "I can't go home with you. Besides, the time has come and I have to leave."
With that said, he broke out of Wen Ning's arms.
Wen Ning was so flustered that he quickly grabbed the child: "Where are you going? Why can't you go home with me? Also, when is the time?"
The child looked up at her with reluctance in his eyes. He whispered, "The time has come. Mom can only live if I leave."
Wen Ning couldn't understand what he was saying, but dimly, she felt that she couldn't let the child go. She hugged the child tightly: "You have to go home with me, and you can't leave."
The child rubbed his eyes and cried: "If I don't leave, my mother will die. I don't want my mother to die..."
With that said, he broke away from Wen Ning's hand, stepped back, looked at Wen Ning and said, "I'm going back to school. You and dad must remember to pick me up early."
Wen Ning said anxiously: "What school? I won't go!"
The child said: "It's a kindergarten. Every child who leaves his mother has to go to school there until his parents come to take him home again."
He began to cry: "You must remember to pick me up early. It's so cold there and I don't like it at all. There is a child whose mother put him there and hasn't picked him up for five years. If you put me there too, In five years, I won’t want you anymore!”
After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
Wen Ning looked at the child's tiny back and suddenly remembered that he had a child!
She ran forward anxiously, trying to pull the child back.
But the child quickly ran into the distance, turned into little stars, and disappeared.
She was so anxious that she burst into tears, "Baby, come back!"
"Baby!"
…
"Ning Ning!"
"Wen Ning!"
The distant voice brought back Wen Ning's consciousness, and she slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was Lu Yanci's enlarged face. The handsome face looked somewhat similar to the child in the dream.
She was still immersed in the great sadness in her dream. She raised her hand and touched Lu Yanci's face, tears streaming down her face: "The baby is gone..."
Lu Yanci took her soft little hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, then took her hand and put it on her belly: "You touch it, it's still there."
The protruding belly gave Wen Ning temporary comfort.
She was almost so surprised that she forgot her feelings for a moment and hugged Lu Yanci.
"I had a dream. I dreamed that the baby was missing."
"He's so pitiful, he doesn't even have any shoes on, it's so cold..."
Thinking of the scene in her dream, she couldn't help but feel sad: "What if that is true..."
Lu Yanci hugged her and patted her back: "It's not true, it's just a dream. You think too much, that's why you dream like that. Be good, stop thinking about it..."
Wen Ning grabbed his clothes tightly, still heartbroken.
That kind of strong uneasiness and fear made her want to rely on Lu Yanci involuntarily.
In her subconscious mind, someone as powerful as Lu Yanci could save this child.
It is also the only driftwood and hope she can hold on to now.
She pressed her face against his chest and listened to his powerful heartbeat.
The powerful beating gave her a sense of comfort.
I don't know how long it took, but she asked him in a low voice: "Is it really impossible to save this child?"
Lu Yanci stiffened and hugged her tightly, "No, there is a way. Don't think too much."
Wen Ning felt a little better and put her head on his chest, quietly and obediently, letting him hold her.
At this time, Zhang Hua came in with the prepared soup, and at a glance he saw two people cuddling together.
That strong sense of entanglement and fate made her feel that these two people would always be entangled together, and there would be no good outcome for whoever left the other.
After watching for a while, she slowly withdrew.
After a few days of careful cultivation, coupled with top-notch doctors and medication, Wen Ning's fetal image was stabilized.
The relationship between her and Lu Yanci seemed to be getting warmer.
Although Wen Ning's attitude was still cold, she finally responded to him and let him touch her belly to feel the occasional fetal movement.
The distance between the two seems to be getting closer because of this child.
After what happened these days, Lu Yanci seemed to be changing.
The strong and domineering Lu Yanci seemed to have been temporarily covered up, replaced by a gentle and trustworthy side.
After lunch, he brought a beautiful box and sent it to Wen Ning.
