To Her It Was a Dream

"Ye Lan."

No matter what, the name that the girl yelled in her humble mind would always be Little Yu, but this time, it was him!

Can't he see that Tong Yingying needs him?

Of course Ye Lan could tell, but so what?

Ye Lan raised his eyebrows and peeled off the girl's hair with his cold fingers. He gently touched the girl's forehead with his palm, just like the day when her body was scorching hot.

Tong Yingying was in great pain. She wanted to open her eyes, but no matter what, she couldn't. She felt a familiar, ice-cold aura around her, and she wanted to get closer to it.

When Ye Lan put down his palm, Tong Xin, who had a high fever, did what she said. For the past two days, Run Xiao had been happy for a while, but now, seeing the girl suddenly find warmth in the dark, he instinctively absorbed the warmth and dimness.