The Dead Are Gone, The Living Are Still

It was only then that Latiao realized that his mother's condition today was a little off. " Mom, did you have a nightmare? "

Mo Yangyang lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the porridge with a spoon. ""Yes ... I just had a bad dream that made me feel a little scared…"

" There have been a lot of bad things that have happened recently, " the Spicy Strip said seriously. " It will cause a lot of pressure. Mom, I think you need to relax and release yourself…" A dream is a dream after all. It reflects what you fear, like, and worry the most. I don't know if it will become a reality, but I know that I will protect you at all times."

When Mo Yangyang heard this, her heart warmed.

She bent down and placed her hand on the Spicy Strip."Yes, I believe you. You're the best young man in the world."

The spicy stick asked her,"Mom…" What dream did you have? Can you tell me?"

Mo Yangyang smiled. " It's okay. I forgot about it. " Go sit outside and wait for breakfast."