Groggy, Mei Mengzhen jolted awake from a dream, sitting up stiffly in her bed.
He Yiran stood anxiously at her bedside and asked, "Zhenzhen, what's wrong with you?"
What's wrong?
"What's wrong with me?" Mei Mengzhen, wiping the sweat from her forehead, replied weakly.
"You must have had a nightmare. You were talking in your sleep just now, murmuring something indecipherable, and then you started to cry out in pain, so we woke you up."
Indeed, aside from He Yiran, there were also Yan Keke and Luo Yingying nearby—she hadn't noticed them before the nightmare had truly frightened her.
"It's nothing. I just had a nightmare. It scared the hell out of me," Mei Mengzhen explained.
Everyone was speechless. Did the scene really need explaining? It was clear to anyone with eyes that she had a nightmare.
Yan Keke asked, "Zhenzhen, what did you dream about that was so scary? We called you for a long time and couldn't wake you up."