"What happened?"
By the time she entered the bedroom, Manman was already sitting up in bed, her face pale and covered in cold sweat.
Jiang Yan poured a glass of hot water and brought it to his wife, urging her to drink a little to calm her nerves.
She took a sip from the glass while listening to her husband and brother talk.
"She was having a nightmare and I couldn't wake her up, so I had to pinch an acupoint on her hand before she came around."
"What kind of nightmare?" her brother asked.
That was what her husband had been asking her ever since she woke up.
Two pairs of eyes stared at her, making her break out in a cold sweat again.
Her brother sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on her forehead to feel for a fever: "No fever." But his gaze didn't waver, the icy depths of his eyes searching her face, sharp as a probe, missing no hint of suspicion, his voice razor-sharp as he caught her furrowed brow: "What, did you dream about me?"
Sweat!
