Yan Qing moved swiftly, arriving at Ling Hua's room in the blink of an eye.
Upon entering, he saw Ling Hua sitting at the desk, her complexion pale, a look of shock filling her eyes as she seemed to tremble.
Yan Qing paused, the irritation of being woken up and the sleepiness from the sudden noise swept away. He had never seen Ling Hua with such an expression before. He quickly stepped forward, leaned down, and asked her, "What's wrong?"
Ling Hua snapped out of her daze and looked up at Yan Qing. In the clarity of his eyes, she saw the reflection of her own frightened and pale face and realized it was not a pretty sight.
She composed herself, her voice somewhat hoarse, "I was thinking about certain things and got scared."
Yan Qing frowned, "Scaring yourself?"
It wasn't a nightmare during sleep. What could she possibly think of that would terrify her like this?
Ling Hua nodded.
