After licking the dry lip, Claudia put his lip on his lip and coaxed him, "Rowan, are you hiding anything from me? Is there anything I should know?"

"... no."

"I know you are near and far to me." Leaning against his chest, Claudia stretched out his hand and hugged his lean waist. "I want to know what is torturing you, okay? Tell me, whatever it is, I can accept it."

"No."

The sword eyebrows were tightened. Rowan took her arm and pulled her away from her arms. "I‘ll wash my face."

"Rowan!"

He staggered towards the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of water flowing inside.

Claudia stood there, grabbing the wine he had not finished just now and gulping it down.

*

"No, no, mom, don‘t..."

At 3 o‘clock in the morning, Claudia was woken up by the surprise and gibberish of the people around him.

She suddenly sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

Rowan frowned tightly, his forehead was cold and sweaty, his hands were scratching in mid－air, and his mouth shouted, "No, Mom..."

This is not the first time she has met him like this.

"Rowan! Rowan!" Holding Rowan‘s hand, Claudia called him, "Wake up! Rowan!"

Suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Staring at the ceiling for a long time, I slowly recovered.

Warm fingers fell on his forehead, excited by the cold temperature on his forehead.

Rowan reached out subconsciously and grabbed her wrist.

The strength is uncontrollable.

Claudia had a sharp pain in his wrist, but he endured not making any noise at the first time.

"What‘s the matter? Have you had a nightmare?" The soft and tactful female voice played a very good role in soothing.

Rowan let go of her hand, turned and buried herself in her arms, with a muffled "um".

Claudia caressed his hair until his body was no longer stiff, then bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, saying, "Wait for me, I‘ll twist a towel to wipe your face."

She got up and went to the bathroom and came back soon. She had an extra warm towel in her hand.

Carefully wiped his face and neck sweat, she put the towel on the bedside table, slipped into the quilt and hugged him.

"What nightmare? Do you want to tell me?"

"..."

"You dreamed of your mother, didn‘t you?"

At the mention of his mother, his body immediately froze again.

Claudia bit his lower lip and kept quiet.

She heard a little about his mother, Shu Xiaochen, from Shu Xiaolei, who had passed away.

That‘s a poor woman.

Tortured by love, deeply injured.

Even, in order to keep her husband, she went to plastic surgery.

How much courage would that take.

"In the following years, she seldom talked to me."

Suddenly, Rowan‘s heavy, hoarse and bitter voice came from his arms.

Claudia breathed lightly and patted him on the back comfortably.

"She is no longer like her."

Although he didn‘t say it explicitly, Claudia knew that this was about Shu Xiaochen‘s plastic surgery.

"She locked herself in her room. She was ill. The illness was very serious. No doctor could cure her."

I‘m really sick!

Hearing Rowan say this, Claudia finally put down his hanging heart.

She thought, she also guessed, fortunately, fortunately.

She knew that she shouldn‘t have done this, but she really wanted to say, fortunately.

It has nothing to do with Feng‘s warm heart.

"In the last month, I found out that she would hurt herself." The voice became more painful. It took Rowan a long time to squeeze out two words： "Self－harm."

"Don‘t say it, Rowan."

This is tantamount to letting him tear open the scabbed wound again and face it again.

She didn‘t want to know, didn‘t want to ask.

Has nothing to do with Feng‘s warm heart?

Funny.

How can it not matter?

"I‘m sorry."

Claudia hugged Rowan‘s head and put his chin on the top of his hair. "I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry."

I don‘t know how long it took, the breath of the person in my arms gradually lightened, slowed down and became longer.

With a slight movement, she reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

I don‘t know how long it took. In the dark, a pair of eyes opened and looked at her quiet and good sleep with a complicated look.