He looked at the little girl he had doted on since she was young. She was so thin that she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. His voice was careful, unlike the lawless Xing Jiu ‘an in front of him. It was as if she was worried that the other party would ignore her if she spoke a little louder. At the same time, he also saw that after hearing Xing Jiu ‘an call him senior brother, although his voice in the dream was cold, his eyes instantly turned red. How could Xing Jiu ‘an be the only one sad? Xing Jiu ‘an apologized carefully and begged for forgiveness in a humble manner … In fact, there was no such thing as forgiving or not forgiving! As long as she was Xing Jiu ‘an, as long as she wanted to come back, Qing Mu would always be her safe haven. Qing Mu would always leave a place for Xing Jiu’ an. He allowed her to be arrogant, willful, proud, and mischievous … The only thing that Mu Qing could do was to indulge. He had been taking care of Xing Jiu ‘an since he was very young. He was used to her lawless behavior. He could pamper her, and he could always pamper her. As long as she still needed it, as long as she still wanted him as her senior brother. Qing Mu could shelter her from the wind and rain forever. No matter how the world changed, Qing Mu would never abandon Xing Jiu ‘an. He listened to Xing Jiu ‘an apologize carefully in his dream and wanted to make up with him. Then, he looked at the way he listened to him seriously in his dream … At that time, he had even thought that it was fortunate that they had not been separated from that time. It turned out that everything was still fine … He suddenly saw something terrifying. He had seen that man clearly. It was Wu Lin, the man who had been sent to prison not long ago. He drove his car and rushed toward Xing Jiu ‘an like a mad man. He saw with his own eyes the little girl he had raised fall into a pool of blood. His eyes were blank, and he looked at the phone in his hand. He rushed to Xing Jiu ‘an’s side like a mad man, trying to pick her up. The screams around him seemed to have disappeared, and Xing Jiu’ an was the only one in front of him. He looked at her beautiful eyes staring at her phone. Mu Qing seemed to have suddenly remembered what had happened. He looked to the other side. In his dream, he ran out with his phone, shouting Xing Jiu ‘an’s name as he ran. But she couldn’t hear it. Blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth, nose, and even ears. A pool of blood quickly gathered at the back of her head and under her body. Xing Jiu ‘an, who had always been narcissistic, died in a particularly sorry state. Mu Qing wanted to wipe the blood off her face, but she passed through her body. He couldn’t even touch Xing Jiu ‘an. She was very afraid of pain. When she was young, she had to be coy and let him blow on her hand whenever she accidentally touched it. She must have been in so much pain after bleeding so much. In her dreams, Mu Qing cried and begged her not to sleep. She tried countless times, but she still couldn’t touch the physical body. Seeing the light in Xing Jiu ‘an’s eyes slowly fade away, he finally gave up. In his dream … He had witnessed her death. Gasping for breath, he woke up to find that it was just a dream. It was … A frightening nightmare. However, this nightmare was too real. Even the person was familiar. Mu Qing couldn’t help but think. He recalled how Xing Jiu ‘an had been acting weird before. He didn’t know if it was because she had such a dream that she didn’t dare to tell others, but she was scared. Was it because she was disobedient in her dream that she tried to become obedient? His dream wasn’t very long, and most of it was about him and Xing Jiu ‘an. He didn’t know what time it was in the dream, nor did he know what happened in his previous life. He only had one thought at that time. He wanted to make sure Xing Jiu ‘an was safe.