"Xia Xia, what's wrong?" Chen Yang was suddenly woken up by Qiao Anxia, who lay beside him. He groggily sat up and asked her what happened with a worried expression.
Qiao Anxia glanced over at Chen Yang, and realized that she was just dreaming. Only then, did she quietly let out a sigh of relief. She outstretched her arms and hugged Chen Yang's waist. As she pushed her face into his chest, she said in a low voice, "Nothing, it was just a nightmare."
Chen Yang hugged Qiao Anxia and found a comfortable position. His hand stroked her back over and over again. "Go to sleep. Don't be scared, I'm here."
Qiao Anxia didn't say a word, but she hugged Chen Yang's waist even tighter.
In the night, silence fell again. Qiao Anxia felt Chen Yang's strokes become lighter and eventually stop, his breaths growing slow and longer. She knew he had already fallen asleep, but she wasn't the least bit sleepy.
