Xiao Yu leaned closer to him, seeking more warmth and a sense of security. In reality, what frightened her more wasn't those two hideous faces, but Fu Jiu's indifference.
Just now in the dream, Fu Jiu's cold gaze kept replaying. She didn't know when Fu Jiu had become like this.
Gong Ting gently patted her shoulder, "Can't sleep? Do you want me to chat with you for a bit?"
Xiao Yu shook her head.
"Then I'll sing for you." Gong Ting was extremely reluctant to mention the word "sing" because he was tone-deaf, and the only song he could sing decently was the United Kingdom's national anthem.
Xiao Yu's eyes lit up, nodding vigorously.
Gong Ting found himself in a tough spot. He recalled the lullabies his grandmother used to sing when he couldn't sleep as a child. Though distant memories, he still remembered some tunes, and he began to hum.
