Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

“Sure!”

Maxi went onto the higher part of the rock and lay down. They were kind of laying down among a tiny nest of stones. There were rocks all around them, which provided cover for them. She and Shen Qianshu took one side each, left and right.

As she began to hear the heavy breathing of Shen Qianshu, she also fell asleep instantly!

An entire day of high pressure caused by chasing and escaping had exhausted them out thoroughly.

Monica guarded the weapons alone. In the dark, she continued observing.

…

At dawn.

Suddenly, the sound of announcements rang.

A female voice said, “There are 43 contestants left on the map! All the best!”

In the silent woods, the sound was not too soft, and neither was it loud. Maxi opened her eyes suddenly.

Shen Qianshu was still asleep.

Over four hours had passed.

Maxi flipped over. “Monica, go have some sleep. I’ll swap roles with you. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You can have a good rest tonight, so I let you sleep longer.”

Maxi understood too.

New strategy.

They wanted them to run out of resources and become helpless.

What a vicious tactic. Yet, they could not think of a way to counter-attack.

“Have some rest, I’ll guard.”

Monica nodded. She swapped roles with Maxi.

…

Meng Qi hugged his sniper rifle. Under the protection of Ai Bo, he fell into a deep sleep.

In his dreams, he saw Ye Ling.

Ye Ling’s face was really cold. In his eyes, it was filled with disgust. Meng Qi stood before Ye Ling like a poor little boy. His depressing aura turned very puppy-like.

“Bro…”

He called for Ye Ling.

Ye Ling said, “Oh, I’m not.”

Meng Qi was really sad. Ye Ling had always been cold and distant. He seldom spoke, but he respected Luther a lot. As Luther’s adopted son, even if he did anything wrong, Ye Ling would be very patient with him.

He never despised him.

Meng Qi was really sad.

Suddenly, Ye Ling took out a gun and aimed it at Meng Qi. He fired the gun unhesitatingly. As if it was in slow-motion, the bullet dashed through the air and hit him right in his temple.

Ouch!

That hurts!

He woke up from his dream abruptly, and his muscles were cramping. Like a young boy who was still experiencing growing pains. Like a boy whose nutrients did not match the speed of growth of his bones. Ai Bo was shocked.

“Meng Qi, what’s up?”

Meng Qi opened his eyes and stared at the sky, feeling lost. They were on very high ground, so they could see the sky clearly. The stars shone brightly, further imprinting this beautiful scenery into his mind.

It was really a great view.

Meng Qi was silent.

Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. He felt as if something had pricked him on his heart very softly. It ached and hurt. In his dream, his brother had shot him. If someone thought about something a lot during the day, they would dream about it at night.

Was that fear in his heart, or was he fearless?

Even he did not know it himself.

How tragic.

“Had a nightmare?” Ai Bo asked.

Meng Qi said, “Nah.”

Ai Bo said, “I’m so envious of you. You always look like nothing bothers you. You are always so calm and collected.”

Calm… and collected?

Nah.

In his brother’s eyes, he was always an immature child.

Meng Qi said, “No I’m not.”

I’m very weak and vulnerable.

Just a dream is enough to break me down.

Ai Bo looked at Meng Qi. To him, Meng Qi was really weird. He really existed in a weird way. After knowing him for so many years, he always appeared and left mysteriously. He seldom spoke, and he loved to read.

He always loved hiding in his balcony, reading.

He also disliked it when people initiated conversations with him. He liked to be silent. He could read all day.

“It’s almost daylight,” Ai Bo said. Beckett and he swapped roles. He was a little tired. There were two more hours until the sky brightened up. This time of day was the most relaxing and calming yet most tiring time.