He had thought she would sleep peacefully and soundly through the night, but after an hour, Little Taotie suddenly kicked off the quilt, her little hands flailing as if she were fighting something in her dreams.
In the dream, she was back inside the Ancient Pagoda. This time Feng Qi did not come out to save her. She was entangled by vines, which had already wrapped around her neck.
Hua Jinyan looked at her worriedly, and saw her reach up to protect her neck, as if someone were strangling her. Her complexion had turned a dark purplish liver color.
"Wake up, are you having a nightmare? Wake up..."
Hua Jinyan's calls had absolutely no effect.
Little Taotie was immersed in the dream, it felt that real.
Her breathing grew more and more difficult, and outside the dream, Little Taotie's breathing also became labored and weak.
The vines were tightening around her neck.
In reality, her hands shifted from shielding her neck to actually strangling herself.
