"Brother Jing, what you say I've heard, what should I have heard? Or what did you say? Are you talking about tears? Did I cry?" Jing Yuan was still reluctant to admit what she had heard, some things can be left unsaid after knowing, isn't that so?
"Then... you see this." Jing Peng looked at her denying the tears and sighed, showing her the tear stains on his hand.
"I might have just had a dream," Jing Yuan reached out to touch her own face, then whispered.
"What kind of dream? Will you tell me about it?" Jing Peng felt relieved when he heard Jing Yuan say this. It was good that she hadn't heard anything, that way she wouldn't be so upset.
"I dreamt of a child calling me mom, said she was leaving. I was so heartbroken seeing her like this. Brother Jing, the child in my stomach is alright, isn't it?" Jing Yuan hardly could tell if she was feeling sad or happy now.