"Nightmare?"
In the dormitory, the familiar voice of Doctor Xiao sounded: "...Just in time, it's about that time anyway, since you're awake, don't go back to sleep, get up and do the morning routine."
Zheng Qing opened his eyes, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling and the copper mirror hanging in midair slowly rotating on a fine string, momentarily speechless.
The panic in the dream quickly dissipated under the calmness of reality, but the soreness of his body unmistakably reminded him of the struggles in his sleep last night.
"Hey, if you're awake, get up, don't lie on the floor." Xiao Xiao approached, giving the warlock a light kick: "It's almost October, the ground is quite cold."
Zheng Qing shivered instinctively, quickly sitting up from the floor. Not because the ground was cold, but because the kick from the doctor reminded him of the one he got from Sister Korma in his dream.
