Hua Ziyun unconsciously lowered his voice a little. "Red eyes."
"A color like blood."
"...Terrifying."
"I don't know why, but looking at those eyes made me feel a sense of dread."
"My heart was beating so fast."
"I..."
It was as if he'd seen hell in those eyes.
Hua Ziyun didn't say that out loud.
It felt a little too melodramatic.
Hell this, hell that...
Although that was exactly how he'd felt in that moment.
"Come to think of it, I really did have a nightmare, didn't I?"
Noticing the somber mood around the dining table, Hua Ziyun smiled as he spoke.
"Maybe I was so worried about falling asleep and never waking up again that I had a dream like that."
"I'll be fine in a few days."
"A few days?"
Father Hua picked up on the other implication in his son's words. "You had that dream yesterday, too?"
His words showed that he also agreed with Hua Ziyun's take on it being a dream.
"Uh..."
Hua Ziyun froze for a moment, then nodded. "Those eyes left such a deep impression on me."
"It's not easy to forget them."
"What occupies the mind by day haunts it in dreams by night."
"It's no wonder I dreamed about them."
"Is there anything else you're keeping from us?"
Mother Hua's expression turned somewhat stern.
"No, that's all."
Hua Ziyun looked serious. "It's the only thing."
"I didn't think it was worth mentioning, and I was afraid you'd worry, so I didn't tell you."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed I knew best."
"All right, don't be mad. He was only worried we'd fret over him."
Catching his son's signal, Father Hua chimed in to help.
"I'm not mad."
Mother Hua shot Father Hua a sidelong glance.
As if