"Ah!" Yang Yu let out a loud shout, jolting awake from his sleep to find that he had somehow rolled off the couch while holding Shen Silin.
Shen Silin didn't show any sign of blame but instead asked with concern, "Had a nightmare?"
"That... you could say so." Yang Yu didn't quite know how to put it—half of it was a good dream, the other half was a nightmare. He couldn't possibly tell Shen Silin about the first half of his dream, could he?
"You're under a lot of pressure; it's understandable," Shen Silin said. "Find more capable people to help share the load, try not to exhaust yourself too much. When you get the chance, do something to decompress."
"Mm." Yang Yu nodded, holding Shen Silin tightly, "How about we play again to relieve some stress?"
Shen Silin: "..."
In Yu State, Tang Sect.
