"Another nightmare?"
"Mmm..." Meng Xi'er nodded gently. Her overly pale face made her look sickly. She glanced at Lu Yebai, and for no apparent reason, stepped back a little, fatigue evident as she rubbed her forehead, "I'm so tired..."
Her voice was low and worn out. Lu Yebai, feeling sorry for her, laid a blanket over her, gently kissed her face, and advised, "Go upstairs and rest. You won't be able to sleep well here on the sofa."
Meng Xi'er faintly acknowledged and slowly headed upstairs under his watchful gaze.
Once inside the bedroom, she closed the door harshly, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.
Cold sweat slowly trickled down her cheeks.
Her body was icy cold to the fingertips. She leaned against the door for a while before staggering to her bed.
She was so tired she could barely lift her head.
Yet the image from her nightmare, that face like a demon, it was Lu Yebai's, kept flashing in her mind.
