"Ah!" Zhao Yu was woken up by a nightmare. He suddenly sat straight up.
"Boss, hey..." Cui Lizhu, who was lying beside his bed, quickly turned on the lamp and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have nightmares, just like us?"
Zhao Yu was breathing heavily, and sweat covered his forehead. His vision was blurred, and he was struggling to focus on one point in the lamp's light, yet was failing miserably. Zhao Yu gasped heavily before gradually calming down.
When Cui Lizhu saw that Zhao Yu looked strange, she rushed to turn on the room's overhead light. In this brighter light, Zhao Yu looked pale. He was also sweating profusely now, and his lips were dry and cracked.
Cui Lizhu immediately handed him a cup of water and said, "You can drink some water, but not too much!"
Zhao Yu fixed his eyes on the white wall in front of him and gasped heavily, but said nothing. It turned out that he had just been scared by a nightmare.