He had a dream, a very short, very realistic dream, so real that he thought everything now was fake.
He dreamed that Xi Ge came back.
He dreamed of his master, dreamed of that mountain, and even dreamed of that little house.
The master was holding Xi Ge's hand, coming together to take him home, but... he didn't want to go back.
"I won't leave... I won't leave..."
"I won't leave..."
"Xi Ge, don't cry..."
The young man squatted beside the sofa, watching the drunkard who was having a nightmare, talking in his sleep, and seeing his face full of fear, he felt uncomfortable inside too.
Xi Ge?
This name, it seems familiar, like he's heard it somewhere before.
Who exactly is this person, and why does everything about him feel so familiar?
"Wake up."
"Wake up, drunkard?"
His shoulder was pushed, and the drunkard suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Qing Yi.
He just stared at him like that, as if his soul was still lost in the dream.
