C134 Intertransmission

"Nothing …" Duanmu Jue grabbed Murong Nichang's wrist, who was wiping her sweat, and forced a smile. "This Emperor only had a dream. Go to sleep!"

Even when he closed his eyes and fell asleep again, that pitiful and wronged face kept appearing in his mind. Nestling in Duanmu Jue's arms, Murong Nichang gently caressed his chest, as if she was a baby whose mother was comforting him in a dream