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Yao Nian hesitated as she returned to her room, not wanting Shen Du to realize that she was deliberately stalling because of fear. However, once she lay down in bed, the drowsiness she had finally managed to cultivate vanished without a trace. The moment she closed her eyes, the image of the ghost bride with her paper-mache face immediately flashed before her mind.
The room was silent except for her own breathing, yet an invisible fear hung heavily in the air. It perfectly illustrated what it meant to be overly anxious. She regretted her decision to watch that horror movie about brainstem ischemia; it was a mistake she wished she could take back.
After struggling for a while and still unable to fall asleep, Yao Nian turned on the light, unplugged her charging phone, and scrolled through some funny short videos in an attempt to distract herself. Eventually, exhaustion overcame her, but the result of forcing herself to sleep was that all the scenes she wanted to forget from the movie invaded her dreams.
She was jolted awake by an uncomfortable sensation on her foot, as if something was creeping up on her. A delicate hand, stained with black blood from a terrible nail bed, slipped a pair of embroidered shoes onto her feet. Half-awake and half-dreaming, she saw a woman in a wedding dress smiling softly in the corner of the room. The sound of dripping came from where the woman's severed arm should have been, blood pooling on the floor.
The woman's voice echoed eerily: "It’s time to enter the bridal chamber." With that, her head fell to the ground.
Yao Nian was jolted awake in sheer terror. She sat up abruptly in bed, gasping for breath. Checking her phone, she saw it was only one o'clock in the morning—she had barely slept for an hour.
After that nightmare, Yao Nian was too frightened to go back to sleep. Not only did she not want to sleep; even staying in her room made her break out in a cold sweat. Grabbing her pillow, she jumped out of bed and ran barefoot to the adjacent room.
She hesitated before lightly knocking on the door. There was no response; Shen Du was probably already asleep. Looking around, she noticed the living room was pitch black. A chill ran down her spine as she quickly turned the doorknob.
The bedroom curtains were not drawn tightly enough, allowing moonlight to filter in and illuminate the figure under the quilt on the bed. She tiptoed inside quietly.
Shen Du had light sleep and soon woke up at the sound of the door opening.
"Yao Nian?"
He immediately sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. "How did you get here?"
The little girl hugged her pillow, looking at him timidly. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
The man's expression suddenly became a bit complicated.
Yao Nian weakly explained, "I had a nightmare and I'm scared to sleep alone."
Shen Du noticed her shiver and pulled back the covers, lying down first. "It's cold outside."
Without a moment's hesitation, she kicked off her slippers and climbed into bed.
The mattress sank slightly beside her, and Yao Nian felt a wave of warmth as she lay down.
Shen Du quickly pulled the blanket over her. "Were you scared by the movie we watched tonight?"
Yao Nian mumbled softly, "As soon as I close my eyes, I see Xiao Meiren."
"Are you going to watch it again?"
"I’d rather die than watch it again! The aftereffects were too strong; it seriously affected my mental health."
Shen Du chuckled, leaning over her to turn off the bedside lamp before lying down beside her. "Now try closing your eyes."
Yao Nian shut her eyes, and naturally, Xiao Meiren didn’t appear again because her attention had completely shifted.
Shen Du's shoulder brushed against her head, his breath close enough to feel. Yao Nian felt a bit nervous and instinctively turned away.
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