Ye Qingci hurriedly shook him gently, "Jian Shichu, what's wrong? Jian Shichu?"
After shaking him for a while, Jian Shichu finally opened his eyes. Seeing her face clearly, he immediately leaned over to check on their son.
Seeing the little one sleeping sweetly next to Ye Qingci, he wiped away his sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.
Ye Qingci found a soft, large towel and reached out to wipe his sweat, while her other hand caressed his back, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Jian Shichu smiled at her, taking the towel from her hand, "I had a nightmare."
Ye Qingci was curious, "What kind of nightmare made you so scared?"
Perhaps due to growing up in an orphanage, she used to have nightmares frequently when she was young.
The most recurring dream was the one where there were traps underfoot, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find her way home.
She wondered what kind of nightmare a strong man like Jian Shichu would have.
