She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Yan Zhan dreamed that he was driving a helicopter to rescue people and encountered a flash flood.

Someone kept shouting "Help" in his ear. He followed the voice and found that the person was Manshu.

Sometimes I dreamed that she was swallowed by a mountain torrent, and sometimes I dreamed that she was covered in blood and there was a big cut on her stomach.

Such a dream made Yan Zhan exhausted both physically and mentally.

"It really doesn't hurt?" Manshu looked at him suspiciously, "But you look like you haven't slept all night. I thought you couldn't sleep because of the pain."

Yan Zhan's eyes were dark blue and he looked a little haggard.

This is somewhat different from his usual energetic self.

"I had a bad dream." Yan Zhan glanced at Manshu.

She died tragically in the dream, but unfortunately, he didn’t see the face of the culprit clearly.

All we know is that it was a man and a woman, and after they harmed her, they were only concerned about escaping for their own lives.

"Are you having a nightmare too?" Manshu was stunned.

What a coincidence.

"Yeah." Yan Zhan lowered his eyes slightly. That kind of dream was indeed a nightmare.

"Are you afraid in your dream?" Manshu asked as if possessed by a ghost.

After asking she regretted it.

Is there any need to ask this? In the dream, Yan Zhan must be like the King of Hell. Who has he ever been afraid of?

Yan Zhan looked up at Manshu at this moment and said softly, "I'm afraid."

Manshu's eyes widened, and he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Why, I can't be afraid?" He was afraid that she would really be in danger like in his dream, and he would not be able to rescue her in time.

The little girl should have her own life, lively and colorful, and should not be put in danger because of her.

Not knowing the reason in the dream, Yan Zhan directly attributed the source of the danger to himself.

"Yes." Manshu held his chin with his hand. "If you think about it carefully, it's better for people to have something to fear. If you are not afraid of anything, it would be too lonely."

It's really lonely at the top.

Manshu's words made Yan Zhan look at him with a new respect.

How old is the little girl? Not even 18, right?

It's quite a thorough thought.

"After dinner, I'll take you to the teacher." Yan Zhan peeled a boiled egg for her.

Manshu watched him feed the boiled egg directly to her mouth. She couldn't open her mouth or not eat it.

She could only take a bite obediently, and then took the egg from Yan Zhan.

However, while eating, he grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Uncle San, I prepared this egg for you."

"Give me both?" Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows.

Manshu nodded: "Of course, a man cannot have only one..." egg.

Manshu realized what he had said too late and when he found out it was too late to cover his mouth.

Yan Zhan looked at her with an inexplicable gaze, which made Manshu blush and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She heard these words from her male classmates as a joke while eating in the cafeteria.

Why did you say that without restraint just now, in front of Yan Zhan?

Are you happy to be naughty?

Yan Zhan rubbed her hair: "Eat yours."

Manshu was only concerned about her own embarrassment. If she looked up, she would have noticed that someone's ears were also a little red.

"Uncle San, don't you like boiled eggs, so you asked me to share one with you?" Manshu said, wishing he could bite off his tongue.

Why is she still talking about eggs? Can't she change the subject?

"You found out?" A hint of smile flashed across Yan Zhan's eyes, then disappeared in an instant. "I choked on a boiled egg when I was a kid."

There was nothing to eat, so I finally managed to grab a boiled egg, which I swallowed in one gulp and nearly lost my life.