In the dead of night.
Chen Li suddenly trembled and woke from his sleep, his eyes snapping open to realize it had only been a dream that made him exhale a breath of relief. The pounding of his heart gradually calmed down.
"Why would I have such a dream?"
He touched his forehead, his hand coming away slick with sweat.
"I actually had an inexplicable nightmare about that terrifying figure encountered on the journey."
"Is it 'daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams'?"
"Or is it..."
Chen Li frowned deeply.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Hong asked drowsily from beside him.
"It's nothing, just a dream. You go back to sleep," he reassured her.
"Mhm," Zhou Hong closed her eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep again.
But Chen Li, his sleep utterly disrupted by the nightmare, could no longer fall asleep. He simply got out of bed and put on his robe.
He walked to the kitchen, drew some water from the tank, took a towel, and washed his face.
