Li Na's jaw tightened, her chin lifting defiantly even as her pulse quickened. "Not just dreaming," she shot back, her tone sharper than she intended. "Nightmaring."
The faintest flicker of something passed through his eyes—curiosity? Concern? Whatever it was, he buried it beneath a practiced mask. "What did I do?" he demanded, his voice firm but quieter now, the edges softened just slightly.
Her eyes darted away for a moment, a telling sign that whatever she was about to say wasn't easy as it was one of those vivid nightmares which hare hard to express. He wondered what could he possibly do to haunt her in awake too. It wasn't just the words—it was the weight of them. And in that fleeting moment of silence, Lu Jianjun's mind churned. Dreams or nightmare are often a reflection of the seer's subconscious, a mirror to buried fears or desires.
