C567 Heart demon
On the other hand, it had been a long time since Xi Mengyao had a good sleep.
The PTSD ate her nerves day by day, and every night, whenever Song Chongjing fell into a deep sleep beside her, Xi Mengyao would be woken up by the same nightmare. The battlefield in her dreams was filled with yellow sand, and corpses filled the ground.
This had already become a vicious circle