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Witnessing Wen Qing's suffering in her nightmare, Warm's heart was deeply shocked. She had never seen her sister so helpless. Although Nuan Nuan and Wen Qing are three years apart in age, they have similar appearance, but their personalities are as different as the north and south poles.

Wen Qing, she is an extremely gentle person by nature, like a quiet lake, she always looks so peaceful and quiet, it seems that time slows down around her.

But Wen Nuan is completely different from her, perhaps because her mother passed away after Wen Wen was born. Wen Wen has had a boy-like personality since she was a child, straightforward, free and easy, and informal.

However, despite their very different personalities, the two sisters are two beautiful and kind souls. Wen Qing's softness and calmness and Warmth's frankness and freedom are like a harmonious symphony. Although the melodies are different, they play the harmony of life together. The beauty of the two sisters lies not only in their kindness and beauty, but also in their understanding and care for each other. Whenever Wen Qing encounters difficulties, Wen Nuan is always the first to stand up and support her; and when Wen Nuan encounters setbacks, Wen Qing will give her the warmest embrace without hesitation.

This time is certainly no exception. Looking at Wen Qing's painful expression in her nightmare, Wen Qing's heart ached as if being pricked by needles. She had never seen her sister so helpless and vulnerable. At this moment, Nuan Nuan felt that she had to do something for her sister. She held Wen Qing's hand tightly, conveying the strength deep in her heart, and comforted her sister with her eyes as deep as lake water.

In this world, there is a kind of love that does not require words, only silent giving and firm commitment.

Wen Qing and Wen Wen's father - Wen Junxiong, Wen's father, has never looked for a partner again since the death of his wife, but chose to raise them wholeheartedly. This kind of sentiment is already rare among ordinary people, let alone coming from a family with good conditions like the Wen family?

"Nuan Nuan, are you back?" Wen Qing finally woke up from her dream, and her weak voice echoed in the air. This was her call, her expectation, and her fear.

Wen Qing's fine beads of sweat kept sliding down from her smooth and white forehead, like morning dew falling on flower petals. Every time it slipped, pain was carved on her cheeks. She frowned and told herself over and over again in her mind: This was just a nightmare, and as long as she woke up, everything would be over. However, when she tried to open her eyes, she faced an even crueler reality.

Nuan Nuan held Wen Qing's hand tightly, and those hands were trembling, conveying worry and strength.

"It's me, sister! What's wrong with you?" There was a hint of crying in the warm voice, and her heart felt like a knife. Looking at Wen Qing's appearance on the bed, she couldn't suppress her heartache.

Wen Qing knew clearly that she was just in a dream, but she still couldn't wake up from it despite all her strength. The reality in the dream was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into her heart. She couldn't get rid of it, she could only struggle in it. Faced with such helplessness and despair, warm tears fell down and dripped on Wen Qing's hands, like a ray of sunshine in the darkness, giving her a touch of warmth and comfort.

In the depths of the dream, Wen Qing was hit by cold, foul-smelling winds. Her clothes were torn apart mercilessly by the green-faced and fanged evil spirits in the dream, like pieces of falling autumn leaves. It was an indescribable fear that instantly overwhelmed her soul. She was like a butterfly pinched by cold fingers, feeling that her body was being ruthlessly torn apart and broken piece by piece.

In Wen Qing's dream, the light was so dim, like a late autumn dusk, without any life. The air around him was filled with a suffocating stench, like the smell of a rotting corpse, disgusting and pungent. Her body struggled in the nightmare, but she could not escape the endless darkness. Then, just when she was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, she suddenly woke up.

Wen Qing found that she was covered in cold sweat and her whole body was soaked with fear. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, like a child running on an icy winter day, and her palms were covered with cold sweat. She couldn't stop trembling, the pain and despair spreading in her heart, as if it was going to drown her reason. Resentment and unwillingness flowed in her blood, like a child betrayed by the world. She roared in her heart towards the dark sky in her dream: Why did all this happen to me? Wen Qing felt as if she had fallen into an endless dark abyss, where there was no light, no sound, only endless darkness and cold. The helplessness and despair made her want to scream, but she couldn't make a sound. She could only let the darkness swallow her up, making her tremble and suffer in it.

Wen Qing lay on the warm body, tears streaming down her face. She could no longer pretend, and was completely defeated by everything in dreams and reality. She hugged the warm shoulders tightly, tears falling down like broken beads. Her heart was completely broken, invaded by the horror of dreams and reality, and she suffered unspeakable pain. These nightmares were unbearable for her, but how much she hoped that what she experienced last night was just a nightmare.

"I'm here, I'm here - I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Although Nuan Nuan didn't know what happened, she could feel her sister's pain, as if she was comforting an injured bird. She gently stroked Wen Qing's back and held her tightly, like a mother comforting her child.

Wen Qing was wrapped in her sister's warm embrace, and felt an inexplicable comfort in her heart. She hugged the warmth more tightly, hoping that this close contact could offset the fear and uneasiness in her heart. At this moment, the warmth on her body made her feel warm and safe like never before.

In this small world, they cling to each other and give each other strength and courage.

Yes, even if the world collapses, her family's love for her remains as firm as ever. For this affectionate concern, and for those she loves, Wen Qing must cheer up, uncover the truth, and seek justice for herself. As for the nightmare last night, let it go with the wind, just like encountering a terrifying nightmare in the long journey of life. After waking up from the dream, everything is the same as before and there is no need to keep it in mind.

Wen Qing was like a wounded little animal in the warm embrace, eager to draw comfort and strength from the embrace of her family.

Seeing that her sister was so fragile, Nuan Nuan didn't ask anything. She just hugged her quietly and gave her silent support and care. Wen Qing did not explain anything to her sister, because they were close relatives connected by blood and loved by flesh and blood. This deep relationship allows us to understand and tolerate each other without too many words.

Behind the prosperity of the world, there is an eternal destination, and that is home. Whenever we are tired, it is open to accept everything about us. This is a kind of love that is thicker than water, trickling down from the source of our life and cannot be cut by any force.

When Wen Qing looked out the window with half-squinted eyes, she saw a clear sky with bright and warm sunshine. The world is like an eternal picture, the same picture is painted in detail every day. It will not change because of anyone's mood, it will not be happy because of anyone's joy, and it will not be sad because of anyone's sadness.

In this world, Wen Qing felt the loneliness of isolation for the first time. Her emotions seemed to have nothing to do with this world. She is like a speck of dust in the vast world, existing quietly, but as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time. This feeling made her feel deeply humbled and made her cherish the deep dependence from her family even more.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not in harmony with me, and my joys and sorrows are not in harmony with the world.

To the vast world, to the vast universe, I am as insignificant as a mote of dust...