Yan Zhan did not turn on the lights in the room, but looked at the extremely restless person sleeping on the bed with the light outside the window.
I have the urge to wrap someone up in a quilt and throw them downstairs.
Fortunately, Yan Zhan still had some sense. He stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then reached out to push the person on the bed.
Trying to push her awake.
"ah--"
Manshu's screams rushed out of the villa and cut through the night sky.
If it were anyone else, being pushed awake from a nightmare and seeing a figure standing next to the bed, they would be frightened and faint.
Manshu yelled, grabbed the pillow, jumped up, and hit Yan Zhan randomly.
Yan Zhan didn't check for a moment and was beaten several times by her.
"Stop!" He stopped her with one hand and turned on the light in the room.
"It's me!" Yan Zhan said with a dark face, grabbed Manshu's hands, and took the pillow from her hands.
When Manshu heard Yan Zhan's voice, he finally came to his senses.
His whole body trembled, and he raised his head: "Three, third uncle?"
Her eyes were dim and she stared at Yan Zhan blankly.
At this time, Yan Zhan was wearing black pajamas, his face looked a little tired, and there were a few dull hairs dancing on his head, breaking his usual seriousness.
However, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he probably didn't expect to be beaten as a bad guy.
"What did you call me?" Yan Zhan heard her name clearly and fixed his eyes on Manshu's face, trying to see the clues in her eyes.
"Didn't I call you old? I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, it was a slip of the tongue."
Manshu covered her heart, her heart was still beating very fast.
Yan Zhan was standing beside the bed just now and almost sent her away.
It's so scary.
What are you doing in the middle of the night?
Her nightmares are not as scary as him!
"Did you have a nightmare?" Seeing that Manshu refused to admit it, Yan Zhan didn't ask any more questions.
"Yeah." Manshu didn't know if Yan Zhan was concerned about him.
But at this time, she continued to be an object of catharsis.
Before Yan Zhan could ask again, 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 being tied into the mountains and being bled in a small wooden hut. They tied my limbs and drew blood at first. Later, when they couldn't draw blood fast enough, they cut my wrists to bleed."
"Blood flowed from my body. I struggled hard, and there were wounds on my hands and feet caused by the struggle, some of which were deep enough to show the bones."
"I'm in so much pain. There's too much blood and my body is getting cold. Someone is laughing crazily and using a sharp scalpel to cut open my stomach, layer by layer. The sound of cutting through my belly sounds particularly special.
Harsh..."
When she described it, there was bottomless pain and despair in her dark pupils.
Yan Zhan was startled.
What she said didn't sound like a dream, but rather like a personal experience.
Nightmares don't have such a real experience.
Nor will I be so scared after waking up.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" After Manshu vented his emotions, he looked at Yan Zhan and smiled sheepishly at him.
The smile is pale and fragile, but the eyes have become tough.
The despair he saw in her eyes just now seemed to be just Yan Zhan's illusion.
"Do you often have dreams like this?" Yan Zhan's eyes flashed with deep thought.
He originally thought that it was what happened tonight that frightened Manshu.
But such a profound memory is definitely not the empathy of a nightmare.
Just keep repeating the same dream.
Just like him, he kept repeating the dream of a flash flood and it was too late to save people.
It has been bothering him in his sleep for many years.