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Liang Yuening had never seen her like this. In her sleep, she cried like a child, taking sharp breaths, very fragile, very pitiable, her voice muttering something indistinct—it was just that he could not hear clearly. Yet her sorrow, it shook his heart.

Tears wet her face, yet she was not aware.

She blankly touched her face, her consciousness gradually pulling away from the dream, but she was still in a daze.

It had been a long time,

since she had had that dream.

"My lady?" Yue Ning looked at her anxiously, to which she pulled herself together, "It's nothing, just... a nightmare." Her disingenuous lie made him suspicious, "Really?"

She smiled faintly, "Of course, of course it's true." She sat up and naturally shifted the subject, "What time is it?"

Outside, it was already bright daylight.

"Si Hour."

Seeing her get dressed, his gaze followed her movements. He was clearly very worried about her.