The next morning, the first rays of sunlight had just peeked through the window when Yun Lintian suddenly sat up straight in bed.
His entire body was drenched in a cold sweat, his breathing ragged. His eyes were wide open, filled with a terror and pain that had not yet fully receded.
"No! Yaoyao!" he shouted hoarsely, the name tearing from his throat.
The echoes of his own voice faded in the quiet room, and he finally realized where he was. This was his own bedroom. The morning light was soft, and the sounds of the city waking up came from outside the window.
He raised a hand to his forehead, his mind a chaotic mess.
What a ridiculous dream.
In the dream, he wasn't a high school student preparing for the national examination. He was a mercenary, codenamed "Cloud." He had four teammates.
There was Xia Yao, codenamed "Rain," a sharp and beautiful woman who was his beloved.
There was Lei Hao, codenamed "Lightning," a sunny, energetic young man who always called him "Boss."
