"Xaviar, what's wrong?" Anna, who was originally brushing her hair at the dressing table, quickly came over and caressed Xaviar's head as she asked.
Xaviar opened his eyes and looked around the bed. Aside from himself, there was only Anna who had just come over.
"I had a dream," Xaviar said, rubbing his eyes gloomily, "I dreamed of my mum."
"What?" Anna was surprised and quickly asked Xaviar, "What did you dream about doing with your mum?"
As far as she knew, Xaviar hadn't seen his mother since he was very young. Why would he suddenly dream about her now? Could it be that Xaviar had spent some time with his mother?
"I dreamed that Mum was giving me a lollipop, but her face was covered with gauze, and I couldn't see her face clearly," Xaviar said, distressed: "I just felt... felt that her eyes were similar to yours, Anna."
"..." Anna didn't quite know what to say.
Fortunately, Xaviar didn't dwell on his dream; his gaze quickly scanned the room: "Where's Dad?"
