When Little Crystal heard Shen Lang ask about her dream, an indescribable fear appeared in her eyes.
She leaned against Nalan Ziyun, her gaze turning vacant. As if mustering all her strength and courage, she said faintly, "It... it was a nightmare. A nightmare for this world. A nightmare that will end everything."
As Little Crystal spoke, she began to tremble more and more violently. Her face was deathly pale, and her breathing grew ragged.
Although Shen Lang had many more questions for her, he gave up upon seeing her state.
He reached out, patting Little Crystal's head a couple of times to comfort her. "Don't be afraid, Little Crystal. No matter what nightmare it is, we'll shatter it. Your big brother won't let anyone hurt you."
"Mm!" Little Crystal nodded.
The fear in her eyes dissipated considerably, as if Shen Lang's hand possessed a strange, magical power that could calm her.
