Meng stamped her foot and said reproachfully, "Xiaohua~~"
"I'm telling the truth. Stop butting in!"
Zhang Xiaohua shrugged and said with a smile, "All right, all right. Go on."
But then he added, "Really, I wasn't butting in either. I just haven't dreamed in a long time!"
Meng tilted her head up to look at Zhang Xiaohua and smiled. "You're quite the oddity. I've never heard of anyone who doesn't dream."
"Ah, if I could be like you and not dream, how wonderful that would be!"
"Is that so?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned. "What strange and bizarre dreams have you been having that frighten you so badly?"
Meng bit her lip and said, "Actually, I don't remember those strange dreams very clearly anymore. I just always feel that they were very real. For instance, when I killed people, I could even smell the blood..."
"Heh heh." Zhang Xiaohua laughed. "You can kill people? I'd say you wouldn't even dare kill a chicken."
"Really!" Afraid that Zhang Xiaohua would not believe her, Meng said, "It wasn't just killing people. There were many other things too."
"Mm, I understand." Zhang Xiaohua tightened his hold on Meng's hand and nodded. "I believe you, Meng. They say what one thinks of by day appears in dreams by night, and it really is so. Maybe you thought too much during the day, while there was too little you could do. So the things you thought about during the day found their way into your dreams."
"Is that so?" Meng did not quite believe it. She lowered her head and thought carefully for a while, then nodded as though she somewhat believed it. "Perhaps... In the days after Master Jingxuan passed away, I had especially many dreams. I missed her so much. I wished I could personally