In the distant S Country, Ling Can awoke in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He had finally entered the demon's world, but the demon did not appear. He waited in the darkness for a long time, but even when he awoke from the dream, he did not see the demon.
So disappointing.
Why wouldn't the demon see him?
Was he too greedy?
"Song Huan..."
The woman beside him suddenly let a name slip softly from her dream.
Ling Can's face changed dramatically, and he sat up abruptly, turning on the night lamp.
Under the dim night light, Du Ruo, perhaps dreaming a beautiful dream, was wearing a sweet smile.
Ling Can gazed at Du Ruo, his lips trembling incessantly, as if he was desperately holding something back, his whole body trembling from the effort.
After a long while, he calmed down, stopped trembling, and slowly lay back down.
