"Of course not."
Ling Anxun smiled.
"I'll do whatever you ask."
He saw that Shanshan couldn't explain why, so he didn't press her further.
After all, some things couldn't be explained with common sense.
Instead of dwelling on it, it was better to let things take their course.
So, he simply agreed.
The two of them settled down in the house next to Zhang Yunhua's.
When Ding Qin heard the reason, she didn't pry and just came over quietly to help them get organized.
With fewer people around, it was quiet. For the first time, Shanshan felt like this was truly her home.
But for several nights in a row, she had nightmares.
She dreamed she was trapped in darkness, surrounded by cold walls, unable to get out no matter how much she yelled.
The feeling was terrifying.
She would wake up drenched in a cold sweat, her heart pounding as if it would burst from her chest.
Finally, she hugged her little pillow and pushed open Ling Anxun's door.
