"I don't want it, I don't want to accompany you!" Fang Ya shouted.

It was dark and I couldn't see my fingers.

These sounds tortured her mind bit by bit, making her miserable.

Probably Fang Ya's voice was too loud, which alerted Fang Cheng downstairs!

Fang Cheng stepped on the stairs and ran up quickly: "Yaya, Yaya!"

Fang Ya hid in the bed, shivering, and curled up into a ball, like a cat.

Fang Cheng opened the door and turned on the light.

He strode to the bed and stretched out his arms to pull Fang Ya into his arms.

"Yaya, are you having nightmares again? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He touched Fang Ya's back with his hand and found that her face was covered in cold sweat, her face was pale, and her lips were like paper.

Fang Ya couldn't open her eyes, clutched Fang Cheng's clothes tightly, and buried her head in his arms.

"Acheng, Acheng..." She called his name weakly, her heart aching.

It was as if a hand was holding her heart, suffocating her to breathe.

"Yaya, I'm Acheng, don't be afraid, I'm by your side." Fang Cheng comforted her repeatedly.

Fang Ya was still afraid, those voices echoed clearly in her ears.

"Can I prescribe some medicine for you?" Fang Cheng said.

"No, I don't want to take medicine, I don't want to take medicine..." She had not yet recovered from what had just happened.

The sound of the medicine bottle shaking still echoed in my ears.

No, she doesn’t want to take medicine, let alone the medicine given by Qin Shien!

"Okay, okay, then don't eat. I'll give you a glass of boiled water."

Fang Cheng felt uneasy and prepared to stand up——

But as soon as he stood up, Fang Ya grabbed his clothes: "Don't go, don't go."

"No." Fang Cheng had no choice and the water didn't stop, so he had to sit down by the bed again, "Yaya, I'll stay with you."

"Acheng, I didn't kill Qin Shi'en, I didn't kill him, why is his ghost still lingering..." Fang Ya cried.

"Dream of him?" Fang Cheng sighed, "It must be because Qiao's house is too close to the cemetery. I will take you away soon. Can you bear with me a little longer?"

"Acheng, he keeps asking me to accompany him. I don't want it. I don't want to die. I'm still so young." Fang Ya burst into tears. "Didn't they hurt me enough? Why are they still treating me like this..."

"Yes, they are all murderers. Yaya, don't be afraid. I will take you to see a psychiatrist when you get back to London."

"Acheng." Fang Ya hugged him tightly.

Fang Cheng pressed her little head into his arms and kissed her forehead gently.

"If you really don't like it here, I will take you to stay in a hotel tomorrow." Fang Cheng said, "I don't want to see you tortured."

"Acheng, can we stay in the hotel now? I can't sleep here."

"Okay, I promise you whatever you say. It's just a bit cold now, please wear more clothes, okay?"

"Um."

Fang Ya nodded obediently.

Fang Cheng went to the closet to get her a sweater and a coat, and put them on for her one by one, with the utmost patience and care in his eyes.

Under the light, his young face became more handsome and fairer.

Like uncut jade.

Fang Ya was powerless and was at the mercy of Fang Cheng.

After she got dressed, Fang Cheng helped her comb her hair.

"Qiao's house is too big and not very popular. It's normal for you to have nightmares. Don't be afraid and don't feel any psychological burden. Qin Shien is already dead, Josnian is disabled, and the Qiao family will not end well," Fang Cheng comforted.

She said, "I will take you to a hotel in the downtown area right now. If you don't want to sleep, I will take you shopping."
Chapter completed!