Qiao Nian breathed heavily. Tears streamed down her face, wetting her pillow.
When Gu Zhou came out of the bathroom, he saw Qiao Nian curled up in a panic. He frowned slightly and stepped forward to pull Qiao Nian into his arms.
"Nian Nian, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Zhou asked softly, gently patting Qiao Nian's back.
"I'm fine." Qiao Nian's voice was teary. She took a tissue and wiped her tears. "I just had a nightmare."
"Actually, dreams are the opposite." Gu Zhou hugged Qiao Nian tightly and said gently, "The more pain they make you suffer, the better your life is in reality! According to our ancestors, if you dream that you're dead, it represents you're healthy."
Hearing Gu Zhou's low and hoarse voice, Qiao Nian's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
Gu Zhou was right. Everything that had happened just now was just a dream. It had not really happened.
