"Phew—"
Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, panting heavily, as if he had gone through something terrifying.
Beside him, Li Shuru was already gone, even though they discussed the child issue last night, discussing till very late, very fiercely.
Still too self-disciplined.
The sunlight outside the window was thin and transparent, like a layer of warm gauze, or like a nature's thermal blanket draping over the world.
Yet sitting in the luxury mansion with constant temperature, humidity, oxygen, cleanliness, and silence, Jiang Chen felt as if he was in an icy and snowy world, his pupils trembling with cold, his forehead sweating profusely, recalling the dream he just had, still frightened.
They say when people wake up, they forget everything that happened in the dream, but why was it so vivid for him?
