Liu Zheng's wheelchair was not far from the bedside, with a pair of crutches standing beside it. Liu Zheng slept on a single bed, covered by a dark-colored quilt, drenched in cold sweat, as if trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up. His hands slightly clutched at the sheets, his complexion flushed red—he truly was drunk.
Xu Ai walked in and called out softly, "Director Liu, Director Liu?"
Liu Zheng did not wake up and appeared to be in great agony. Xu Ai hesitated, wondering if she should awaken him. She had heard that people having a nightmare, if woken up too abruptly, could be bad for their health. Yet, remaining submerged in a nightmare could also be extremely painful.
What was he dreaming about that caused him such torment?
