"Mom... Mom... don't go, Dad and I need you, Dad..."
"No... no..."
Gu Mochen's expression tightened, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Jian Ran's small hand with his large hand, saying, "Ranran, wake up, you're having a nightmare..."
Jian Ran: "..."
"Mom..."
Upon hearing Gu Mochen's words, Jian Ran suddenly jolted awake, breathing heavily, and took a long time to come back to her senses.
"Mo... Mochen."
"Hmm, I'm here."
Gu Mochen looked at the thin layer of sweat covering Jian Ran's forehead and proactively embraced the woman.
"It's just a nightmare... you're safe now, we're at home."
Gu Mochen's voice, full of magnetism, was like that of a cello. Listening to his words, Jian Ran nodded her head slowly, her beautiful eyes turning red, and she spoke hoarsely.
"I just... just dreamt of Mom... and also dreamt of those people who barged into our home and took Dad away, and the next day, Mom left."
