Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

"Nan Ke, did master say anything?"

Awang managed to stay awake and couldn't wait to ask when Nanke came back.

"Miss Xiang, I want you to have a good rest," Nanke freed up a hand to touch Awang's head, "Go to sleep and get well soon."

"Nanke..."

"Well, what happened?"

"Can you..." Awang lowered his head and hesitated, "Can you sleep with me?"

"Of course." Nanke patted her, "Then I'll wash the dishes. You can lie down first."

Awang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded heavily.

When Nanke returned to Awang, the little girl's eyelids had been closed.

Nanke sat down quietly and checked her body temperature again.

Still having a low fever.

"Nanke," Awang muttered, shrunk into a small shrimp, stretched out two arms from under the quilt, hugged her waist, and pressed his head tightly against her thigh, "until I wake up, Are you not allowed to leave?"

"Why are you so clingy all of a sudden?" Nanke laughed and pulled up the corner of the quilt to cover her shoulders.

"I had a nightmare," Awang shook his head, closing his eyes, and his voice was muffled, "I dreamed that you were lying in bed, always coughing, falling when walking, and bleeding a lot..."

Nanke was startled, his breathing stopped unconsciously, and the feeling of suffocation emerged bit by bit.

"...and you are standing alone in the snow, and there is a strange man calling your name and pulling you into a small room full of people and flashing lights..."

"Awang," Nanke interrupted her, clenching her fingers unconsciously and digging her nails into her palms, "Stop talking."

Nanke's voice was colder than usual. Awang opened his eyes and looked at her, pursed his lips and nodded, hugging her tighter: "Fortunately, it was just a dream, you are still here, it's great."

Seemingly relieved, Awang fell asleep soon after.

Nanke dropped his hands to his sides and stared at the floor.

Shock, confusion, and... fear.

The "she" lying on the bed and injured should be Nan Yi.

The "she" in the snow and being taken away is herself.

Why does Awang dream about her past?

Compared to these...

Nanke suppressed the wavering in his heart and looked towards the kitchen.

The skirmishers were in the kitchen cooking the medicine that A Wang would drink in the evening.

A strong bitter smell filled the air, and the skirmisher walked out while wiping his hands.

"Ah, I saw it too." When he met her eyes, he didn't have much expression. He casually hung the handkerchief aside and walked over with a light voice, "So, you didn't dream of anything bad, right?"

Nanke couldn't make a sound.

She had stopped thinking about it for a long time.

Even though her dreams would still be clouded by the shadows of the past from time to time, she had long since stopped caring about them.

Because she knows that illusory dreams will be shattered as soon as she opens her eyes, and what remains in front of her eyes is reality.

But the deeply buried ugly scars were suddenly revealed.

How much did the skirmishers know?

Nanke couldn't help but want to get up and escape from the tight air here, at least give her time to calm down and think about how to explain to them, but just as she was about to get up, Awang's soft hand on her waist stopped her.

Nanke lowered his head and hesitated for just a moment before the skirmishers squatted in front of her.

"What are you afraid of? Your lips have turned pale with fear." The hypothermic face was pinched by a skirmisher, and his lips were caressed. "Looking at your reaction, those are all true, right?"

Nanke didn't dare to raise his head, his whole body was as stiff as a spider thread being pulled wantonly, ready to break at any moment.

"I see, my parents, and my sister..."

"The country collapsed," Nanke's voice trembled slightly to stop him, "Stop talking."

"Don't worry, I have no interest in sympathizing with the weak." As if to comfort, Skirmisher held the back of her head and kissed her forehead, but then, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a dangerous glint, "It's just, I’ve always cared about it—you seem to be good at drinking?”

The innate ability to drink is a talent that only belongs to a few people. As for Nanke, he is not one of them.

Just because he has a healthier body, he obviously doesn't eat much, and even controls his diet carefully, his growth results are still much higher than those of Nanyi, and his development in other aspects is also better.

While becoming a mother to talk about, she also attracted some strange looks.

Nan Ke had no impression of the other party at all. Only halfway did he hear his father explain that the client he was dealing with heard that he had a pair of cute twins at home and was very interested. Nan Ke had nothing to do anyway, so he took them to meet him. Have a banquet.

Of course she has something to do.

The unfinished homework and the little things she needed to change for Nan Yi were all things she had to do in a hurry at this time every day.

But Nanke didn't dare to speak.

The car had already driven to an unknown place. If she was abandoned halfway because of this, she would be penniless and would not be able to find her way home.

How old you are at this time... I have no memory.

The private room was very noisy, the smell of fried food and wine mixed with the leather sofa, and the flashing lights in the small space made her uncomfortable.

Nanke was pushed to an unknown person by his father, who held his arm around his shoulders and fed him snacks.

Nanke only whispered "uncle" at the beginning and didn't say another word. However, the other party was still very interested in her, and kept saying that she hoped that her daughter would be as cute and well-behaved as her when she was older.

With great difficulty, my father brought the conversation to the main topic.

Nanke was drunk and felt dizzy when she heard people around her ask her age in their spare time.

"Thirteen years old." Nanke lied.

The other party looked very regretful and seemed to be more interested. Nanke lied about going to the toilet and pushed away the other party's hand and ran out of the box.

There is a public phone in the lobby downstairs, and she also has fingerprints and even saliva on her body, so she can call the police.

But Nanke put his hands on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror who had just vomited and his eyes were red, but he hesitated.

Father is there too.

……Is it really possible?

Fortunately, he returned safely in the end. Nanke tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep, so he told Nanyi about the incident. Early the next morning, he heard his father and mother quarreling fiercely.

Nanke didn't listen to a few words, so he took his meal card and went to school.

As for what happens next.

You can't give her a drink at the drinking table that she ordered alone.

No skirts allowed.

Be sure to sit close to the door.

As long as the bottom line can be kept, there is also the first kiss that symbolizes the girl's broken fantasy.

The rest is just enough to endure.

……

These unbearable pasts.

How far did the Skirmishers dream?

Nanke couldn't figure it out, his eyes wandered, and he heard him laugh coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. Anyway, as long as you sleep again, you will know everything."

"The country is collapsing!" Nanke almost shouted out loud. Thinking that Awang had just fallen asleep, he forcibly lowered his voice, "Shouldn't we first find out why you dreamed about me?"

"Besides what happened to you, I also dreamed about what happened to this guy when he was a child," the soldier pointed to the quilt below, "Asase Hibiki didn't sleep yesterday, and I wouldn't have dreamed in the first place. Obviously, someone cast a curse. Let our nightmares intertwine."

"Then you have to hurry..."

Nanke's mouth was covered by the skirmishers.

"There's no rush," he pushed Awang's hand away, turned over and rested his head on her lap, his eyes full of anger, "There are people who don't have a mouth and refuse to talk, so I'll go and see for myself."