C1076 What Should I Do

It was dawn. Ann Rann laid on the bed and raised her hand to press her head. How was this possible?

Ann Rann shook her head. Impossible. It must be because she thought too much that this kind of dream appeared. But was it a dream or something? Why did the crying child in the dream look so familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time?

Ann Rann sat up and wiped her sweat