Zhu Shuanghua woke up in a state of collapse; the sky was already bright.
She was half-leaning on the carpet, her eyes stung by the sunlight streaming through the skylight, making it hard to keep them open.
Raising her arm to block the blinding light, she slowly managed to rise from the floor.
So it was, yet another nightmare.
She let out a long breath, her back resting against the sofa behind her, feeling intensely dizzy.
She couldn't remember how many nights she had woken up from such nightmares.
Lately, she didn't know why, but Jiang Jin appeared countless times in her dreams.
In her dreams, Jiang Jin was still young, only staring at her with hollow eyes.
She said nothing, did nothing, just watched her like that; every time she recalled the scene in her dreams, she felt her scalp tingle over and over again.
The nightmare ended, yet she still couldn't recover from the lingering fear.
An old friend once suggested she should see a psychologist.
