"Unfortunately, before what happened in the dream happens, I can't tell you what happened in the dream." Ji Zhao pinched the space between her eyebrows in frustration, and a sense of frustration appeared in her heart for no reason.
"Is that dream related to me?" Shen Yao asked softly.
Ji Zhao nodded slightly. "You're not the only one. There's also—"
BOOM!
Before Ji Zhao could finish speaking, a thunderclap suddenly sounded from the ground!
Ji Zhao subconsciously covered her mouth and looked nervously at Shen Yao beside her.
"Don't be afraid." Shen Yao hugged the person in his arms even tighter and his tone became even gentler.
"Don't think about anything else. After you drink the calming soup, you can have a good sleep," Shen Yao said gently as he tapped the tip of her nose dotingly.
"Okay."
Soon, Zhao Lanhua brought the calming soup to Ji Zhao.
"Thank you, Mother."