You were very ill. You had an eternal high temperature, which did not subside in any way, and at night you had nightmares. Even Baizhu didn't know what to do with this disease anymore

Today is no exception. You slept peacefully and peacefully, tired after morning sickness. After a while, you start to mumble, and then you quickly open your eyes and sit up straight. Baizhu puts you back down and starts humming a lullaby

"It's okay, it's just a dream..."