What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

As soon as Song Shu finished speaking, Fu Ying's hands and feet suddenly stiffened.

After a suffocating silence, Song Shu laughed awkwardly: "I was just talking nonsense, don't mind it."

Fu Ying's heart was beating like a drum. She could clearly feel her heart contracting nervously, and an extremely uncomfortable numbness surged throughout her body.

"You..." When she started to speak, she was surprised to find that her voice became hoarse, "What did you dream about?"

Song Shu was unwilling to say anything more: "Ah, I just suddenly remembered my dream last night, so I just said it casually, don't take it seriously..."

Fu Ying said in a deep voice: "I know it was a dream, but you can tell me what you dreamed about."

Song Shu's eyes wandered outwards and his expression was not very happy.

"It was a nightmare," she said. "If you had asked me that, I wouldn't have told you."

Fu Ying's eyebrows relaxed, her expression eased, and her tone became softer: "Tell me, Xiao Shu, I know it was a dream, you will feel better if you tell it out."

As she spoke, she hugged him in her arms. Song Shu hissed twice and muttered, "It's so cold... Do you really have to listen?"

Fu Ying: “Yeah.”

She was not sure what Song Shu's dream was like. Was he reborn like her, but without any memory? Or was his memory forgotten, and he could only glimpse a few glimpses from his dreams?

Before she died, she wanted to give her superpower to Song Shu, but her second superpower was a passive one, and she could not guarantee that Song Shu would be able to copy it successfully.

If the copying is successful, Song Shu will be able to avoid danger in time if he encounters it in the future.

But no matter what...it shouldn't affect me at this moment.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and thought, and heard Song Shu's narration: "It was... I dreamed that I was drinking, there was a fire in the room, it was dark outside the window, and I was the only one in the room."

Fu Ying couldn't figure out when it was, it should be after she died?

She asked uncertainly, "And then?"

Song Shu gently touched her heart with his fingertips and said simply: "Spirit crystal."

"I hold your spirit crystal in my hand," she said. "It sounds like a bloody dream, doesn't it?"

Fu Ying's stiff body slowly became soft again and she breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"You are holding my spirit crystal," she joked in a low voice, "Are you holding a memorial for me?"

Song Shu frowned and pinched the soft flesh on her waist, but Fu Ying soon caught his fingers and kneaded them bit by bit.

Fu Ying gently pinched her fingers and stroked the joints repeatedly, feeling indescribably relaxed.

If the dream was about her past life, it would mean that her spirit crystal was taken away by Song Shu after her death. This was probably the ending she most accepted.

Song Shu heard her joke, anger flashed in his eyes, and he suppressed his emotions and said lightly: "I guess so, I feel very lonely."

——In her dream, she tried to get herself drunk with alcohol, but the more she drank, the more sober she became. The spirit crystal in her palm felt warm from being clenched, but it was still ice-cold inside.

It was a dream, but it was very real, so real that all hope in the world had disappeared, but she still insisted on moving forward, with the weight of countless souls on her shoulders.

But she felt no sadness or joy, only endless loneliness.

When she woke up in the morning, she instantly forgot everything in her dream. Only when she stared at Fu Ying's face did she remember some of it.

Song Shu sniffed the fragrance on Fu Ying's body and couldn't help but go deeper, putting his nose tip to Fu Ying's collarbone and smelling it carefully.

Fu Ying's hand suddenly moved to the back of her head and gently pressed forward -

Song Shu's nose tip and lips pressed against her collarbone, bringing a warm and soft pressure.

"That was just a dream, and I won't leave you." Fu Ying said, "I won't let you have the chance to hold my spirit crystal."

This kind of oppression...what's the difference between her kissing Fu Ying's collarbone?

Song Shu's cheeks suddenly felt hot. She tilted her head back, pursed her lips unnaturally, and suddenly felt her mouth dry.

"Well... I know it was a dream, but I don't like the content of the dream... Anyway, you and I should forget about it, and never mention it again." She said quickly and in a low voice, "I won't let you die, and I won't let myself fall into the predicament in the dream."

Fu Ying curled her lips slightly: "Well, I believe you."

Song Shu hurriedly avoided her gaze, turned over and faced away from her, letting his hot cheeks radiate heat in the cold air.

Doesn't Fu Ying know how to avoid suspicion? It's weird to be kissed on the collarbone.

As she was thinking about this, strong arms were wrapped around her waist. Fu Ying pulled her into his arms and let out a low, clear laugh.

"Why are you suddenly turning your back to me?" When Fu Ying said this, all her hot breath hit Song Shu's ears, causing a tingling sensation.

Song Shu's body trembled, and he explained with a stammer: "No... I want to get up... um... I want to get up now!"

She simply threw back the quilt, and the cold air fiercely invaded the skin of both of them.

Song Shu got up quickly, pulled down Fu Ying's arms, got out of bed, put on his slippers, picked up his clothes and rushed forward.

Fu Ying remained lying on her side, staring at her fleeing back leisurely.

——Something seems to have changed about Song Shu today.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss - weird, weird, weird -" Song Shu was changing clothes in the bathroom. The scene of him bumping into Fu Ying in the bathroom before popped up in his mind. He was so embarrassed that he turned around eight times on the spot.

It always feels a little unnatural. No, why should she feel unnatural? They were so close before.

She rubbed her hot cheeks vigorously with a cool towel soaked in water, feeling a subtle sense of helplessness.

……

Fu Ying got up and walked slowly to the bathroom. Seeing Song Shu standing by the sink, staring at the mirror, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Shu wrung out the towel and hung it on the rack, then turned around and gave her a sweet smile: "Nothing."

We chatted in bed, got up, brushed our teeth and washed our face, and by the time I was done with it, it was already eight o'clock.

Song Shu looked at the sliding door between the living room and the balcony. The glass was covered with condensed frost. Song Shu reached out and wiped it, and the white mist inside the glass was wiped away. Through a clear spot, she saw the snow still raging outside.

Song Shu's fingertips were a little painful from the cold. He took two breaths and saw Fu Ying opening a can of assorted fruits.

"It's bad to eat cold food so early in the morning, right?"

Fu Ying poured out some and started eating it in big mouthfuls. Song Shu looked at her. The deep loneliness and numbness in the dream still lingered in his heart.

The only thing she was sure of was that she could not lose Fu Ying.

Perhaps it was her subconscious mind that caused her to have dreams at night.

She didn't want to think about whether that dream was the future. If she were stronger, she wouldn't have ended up like that, right?

...Oh, it would be nice if I had a supernatural power that could predict the future.

Song Shu sat next to Fu Ying and thought so.

She stared at the drooping, long black eyelashes for a few seconds, exhaled a breath of hot air, poured out the remaining half can of sugar water, coconut flakes and various fruits, and took a big sip of the sugar water.

Although it is cool, it can temporarily reduce the restlessness in my heart.

After Song Shu ate a few pieces of coconut and orange slices, he heard Fu Ying ask, "Can you tell me now how much you have developed your abilities?"