"You too," An Ruo smiled at him.
Back in the bedroom, lying on the bed, she didn't reach out to turn off the light. She dared not sleep with the lights off because the darkness made her tense and caused her mind to wander.
She closed her eyes, and before long, she fell asleep.
She had that same dream again.
In the dream, there was blood everywhere, a baby covered in blood walked up to her, tugging at her pant leg, and spoke with a childish voice, "Mom, I'm cold, I'm so scared. Mom, why didn't you want me, why did you abandon me?"
An Ruo stared at him blankly, her heart wrenching painfully.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
She said silently, tears cascading down, her heart aching as if a million steel needles pierced through it, making her feel heart-wrenching agony.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she kept saying sorry, as if only by doing so could she feel a bit better.
When she awoke from the nightmare again, An Ruo felt her pillow cold and damp.
