Ning Xiaofei opened her eyes and her gaze landed on the man's face in front of her, her mind still reeling from the palpitations brought on by the nightmare. She stretched out her small hand and tightly grasped Mu Tianye's hospital gown, slightly turning her body as Mu Tianye wrapped his arms around her.
After taking several deep breaths, Ning Xiaofei finally fully recovered from the nightmare and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Had a nightmare?"
"Mhm."
"What did you dream about?"
Ning Xiaofei shook her head.
"Nothing much."
Because of the previous car accident that had been too shocking, her dreams these past few days had almost all been related to the car accident, and just now she had a similar dream where he was hit and sent flying by a car in order to protect her.
The dream was too vivid, and even now her heart was still racing, and a layer of cold sweat clung to her back. Such dreams were too inauspicious; she didn't want to speak of them out loud to him.
