Xia Siheng nodded, then leaped away.
Only after he left-
did Xia Wanwan remove the Sleeping Talisman from Pan Chun.
Pan Chun rubbed her eyes as she woke, only to see the tiny baby gazing pleadingly at her, reaching out to be picked up.
"Auntie... Pang Chun..."
"Hold me, go back, sweepy-sweep..."
Pan Chun inwardly berated herself for dozing off and making the little miss come looking for her.
She picked up the soft little bundle, carried her into the room, and soothed her to sleep.
When she saw the little girl's black bib, she froze on the spot.
Had the little miss put on her night-prowling outfit and gone out to blow people up again?
Before leaving, Xia Siheng passed Liu Wan's window.
By the moonlight, he happened to catch a glimpse of her peaceful sleeping face on the bed.
He could not help stopping to look a little longer.
Then the sleeping woman's brows gradually drew together, and her lips suddenly parted as though she were murmuring something.
But her expression grew increasingly distressed, and cold sweat began to bead on her skin.
Curled beneath the covers, she trembled uncontrollably. "No... don't hurt her..."
"Wanwan..."
As she murmured, tears began to fall.
Then she seemed to lose control entirely, her slender hands flailing outside the covers.
Xia Siheng's heart tightened. He vaulted through the window and caught her wildly waving hands. "Liu Wan... Liu Wan?"
He called to her softly, but received no response.
She must have been trapped in a nightmare.
Liu Wan dreamed that she had not yet divorced, and the Xie family had discovered that her daughter was not their flesh and blood.
Then the Xie family tried to strangle her daughter to death. Little Wanwan struggled and curled into herself. Liu Wan's heart ached