Ye Qingci quickly shook him gently, "Jian Shichu, what's wrong with you? Jian Shichu?"
She shook him for a while before Jian Shichu opened his eyes. After seeing her face clearly, he immediately leaned over to check their son.
Seeing the little one sleeping soundly and peacefully next to Ye Qingci, he wiped his forehead, letting out a long breath of relief.
Ye Qingci found a soft, large towel and reached out to wipe his sweat; her other hand rubbed his back, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Jian Shichu smiled at her, taking the towel from her hand, "Just had a nightmare."
Ye Qingci was curious, "What kind of nightmare scared you like this?"
Maybe it was because she grew up in an orphanage, she often had nightmares as a child.
The most common dream was about traps under her feet; no matter how hard she tried, she could never find her way home.
What kind of nightmare would a strong man like Jian Shichu have?
