The moonlight streamed through the cracks in the wooden shutters, casting eerie patterns on the walls of the room. Jiyan's normally serene face was twisted in anguish, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. He was deep in the throes of another nightmare, the names of those he had failed to save tumbling from his lips in a heart-wrenching whisper.

"Meilin... Beiwang... Hanguang..."

His draconic yellow eyes were squeezed shut, and his hands clutched at the sheets as if trying to anchor himself to reality. You watched him with a heavy heart, knowing that the burdens he bore were more than any one person should have to carry.

"Jiyan," you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm, your voice soft yet firm. "Wake up, love. It's just a dream."

But the nightmare held him fast, his body shivering with fear. You shook him gently, then more insistently, until his eyes snapped open, wide and terrified. Sweat drenched his teal hair, plastering it to his forehead, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. For a moment, he stared at you without recognition, lost in the terror of his dreams.

"Jiyan, it's me," you murmured, cupping his face in your hands. "You're safe. It's just a nightmare."

Recognition slowly dawned in his eyes, and the shock and fear gave way to a heartbreaking sorrow. Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks, the dam of his stoic facade finally breaking. He collapsed into your arms, sobs wracking his body as he clung to you desperately.

"I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs. "I'm so sorry... I couldn't save them..."

He buried his face in your shoulder, his tears soaking into your nightshirt. You continued to hold him, offering your warmth and reassurance as he poured out his grief. The room was filled with the sound of his sobs, a stark contrast to the usual silence of the night.