"Chuxia, you had a nightmare." Shi Che's voice was still very low, as if raising it even slightly would frighten her.
Ling Chuxia stared blankly, but shook her head, "No, that wasn't a nightmare, that was real..."
Shi Che pressed his lips together, emphasizing, "It was a nightmare."
Afterward, Shi Che spoke no more, silently coming forward to hold her close, then slowly undressing her, wiping her body with a towel, and helping her change into clean, dry pajamas.
Because her hair had just been drenched, she couldn't fall asleep right away. Shi Che let Ling Chuxia lean against the head of the bed, took the hair dryer, plugged it in, and carefully helped Ling Chuxia dry her hair.
The wind from the hair dryer was warm, but as it blew over Ling Chuxia, she only felt an endless chill. She raised her eyes, in her pupils a black, silent desolation. "Shi Che, do you know what I dreamt of just now?"
