herself in that cold empty house with nothing but dirty cow dung, and the bad news of Yi Yun having died from an illness…
“It’s not a dream. Sis just sleep, I’ll protect you.” Yi Yun sat on a log bed beside her and held Jiang Xiaorou’s hand.
After feeling the heat from Yi Yun’s palm, Jiang Xiaorou obtained a peace of mind.
This warm touch allowed the tiredness to overwhelm her. Although she was unwilling to sleep, slowly she lost consciousness and fell asleep. This day, she had first learned of Yi Yun’s death, and then besieged by the villagers. She had been terribly frightened and her emotions were marked by big ups and downs, so she was totally exhausted.
Jiang Xiaorou entered dreamland and a blissful smile appeared on the corners of her mouth…