Zhao Ming was lying on the bed with both of her hands placed on her abdomen gently, her forehead was covered in a cold sweat and her lips were quivering as she was experiencing the hell in her dream once again in her sleep.
The bloodied dream of standing in the middle of the battlefield while looking at the people, slashing each other with the sharpened swords, the very same nightmare has become a routine for her since Ji Cheng has left for the war.
Whenever she closes her eyes to sleep, she always sees the same dream, again and again, making her experience the ruthlessness of the battlefield every time.
Ji Cheng who was sitting beside her on a stool noticed her frowning deep in her sleep and was shivering in her sleep. Her pale face and the murmurs in her sleep were enough for him to know that she was having a nightmare.
" Zhao Ming! Zhao Ming!" he called her out by shaking her arms and patting her cheeks to wake her up from this dream.
