Her breathing became erratic and rapid, her chest continually heaving violently.
As she gradually realized where she was, looking at Little Zaijun deep in sleep beside her, she finally breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Then, carefully, she withdrew her arm and got down from the bed.
It was just a dream, thankfully.
Looking at the time, it was a little past one in the morning.
She had planned to leave once she was asleep, only to fall asleep herself.
For some reason, during those two hours, she had a nightmare.
She couldn't quite remember what specifically happened in the dream, but it was utterly bizarre because she dreamed of a person.
That person, she had only met once.
Yes, it was that man she met on the plane when she flew back from Qinghai to Beijing.
As she became more awake, the fragments of the dream faded further, making it increasingly difficult for her to grasp any trace of them.
