The sky was barely bright, Lu Shouyue woke up to the rhythmic sound of waves.
In the large room, only he lay quietly, without the soft warmth of his wife, nor the cute and lovely daughter.
He was dazed for a moment before remembering what day it was and where he was.
Everything in the dream was so real, but upon waking, it turned out to be just a fleeting dream.
His heart ached subtly, as if his life had been altered by an unpredictable, mysterious force.
This time, dreaming about Lin Wanwan didn't make Lu Shouyue feel ashamed; he only felt joy.
Everything in the dream was so real, real enough that he could even clearly remember every inch of Lin Wanwan's skin.
But such memories faded swiftly once he got up and freshened up, as if shrouded by a thick fog, obstructing his thoughts.
Clearly, he was someone who never forgot a thing, yet in such a short time, he couldn't recall the details of the dream.
Thick fog descended in swathes, akin to a maze.
