She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Yan Zhan did not turn on the lights in the room. He just looked at the extremely restless person sleeping on the bed in the light from the window.

I had an urge to wrap the person in a blanket and throw him down the stairs.

Fortunately, Yan Zhan still had some rationality. He stood by the bed and watched for a while, then reached out to push the person on the bed.

Trying to push her awake.

"what--"

Manshu's screams rushed out of the villa and cut through the night sky.

Anyone would be so frightened that they would faint if they were woken up from a nightmare and saw a figure standing by the bed.

Manshu screamed, grabbed a pillow, jumped up and started hitting Yan Zhan.

Yan Zhan didn't check it out and was hit by her several times.

"Stop!" He stopped her with one hand and turned on the light in the room.

"It's me!" Yan Zhan said in a deep voice with a dark face. He grabbed Manshu's hands and took the pillow from her.

When Manshu heard Yan Zhan's voice, he finally regained his senses.

He shuddered all over and raised his head: "Third, Third Uncle?"

Her eyes were hazy and she just stared at Yan Zhan blankly.

At this time, Yan Zhan was wearing black pajamas, his face looked sleepy and a little tired, and there were a few strands of hair dancing on his head, breaking his usual seriousness.

However, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He probably didn't expect to be beaten up as a bad guy.

"What did you call me?" Yan Zhan heard her name and locked his eyes on Manshu's face, trying to find clues in her eyes.

"Didn't I call you old? Sorry, Mr. Yan, that was a slip of the tongue."

Manshu covered her chest with her hands; her heart was still beating very fast.

Just now, Yan Zhan was standing by the bed and almost sent her away.

It's so scary.

What are you trying to do in the middle of the night?

Her nightmares were not as scary as his!

"Did you have a nightmare?" Seeing that Manshu denied it, Yan Zhan didn't ask any more questions.

"Yeah." Manshu didn't know whether Yan Zhan was concerned about him.

But at this time she continued to be an object of venting.

Without waiting for Yan Zhan to ask any more questions, she fell down on the bed, bent her legs, and hugged her knees.

This is an extremely insecure and self-protective posture.

"I dreamed that I was tied up and taken deep into the mountains, and bled in a small wooden house. They tied up my limbs and first drew blood, but then they were not satisfied with the speed, so they just cut my wrists and drew blood."

"Blood flowed out of my body. I struggled hard. My hands and feet were covered with wounds from being tied up and struggling. Some of them were so deep that the bones were visible."

"I was in so much pain, I was bleeding so much, my body was gradually turning cold. Someone was laughing crazily, and was using a sharp scalpel to cut open my stomach, layer by layer. The sound of cutting open my belly was particularly harsh..."

When she described it, there was bottomless pain and despair in her dark pupils.

Yan Zhan was stunned.

What she said didn't sound like a dream, but rather like a personal experience.

Nightmares don’t experience this reality.

Nor would I be so scared after waking up.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" After venting his emotions, Manshu looked at Yan Zhan and smiled at him embarrassedly.

The smile was pale and fragile, but the eyes had become strong.

The despair he saw in her eyes just now seemed to be just an illusion of Yan Zhan.

"Do you often have dreams like this?" Yan Zhan's eyes flashed with deep thought.

He originally thought that Manshu was frightened by what happened tonight.

But such a profound memory is definitely not something that can be empathized with just a nightmare.

Just the same dream repeating over and over again.

Just like him, he kept dreaming about flash floods and being too late to rescue people.

For many years, his sleep has been troubled.