Wei Xing woke up with a start, sitting on the bed and panting heavily.
Thinking of the scene in the dream, Wei Xing was still drenched in sweat.
It was a dream, yet it seemed like a person's entire life. Even though he was awake now, the scenes in the dream remained vivid.
Having gone through all these suddenly, Wei Xing felt as if he had matured decades in an instant, with an added touch of world-weariness in his eyes.
He clenched his fists tightly, looking around with wide eyes.
By the moonlight, he saw that he was still in the familiar room and not in the derelict shack he had lived in after being expelled from the Wei Family. Wei Xing let out a big sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness."
Afterward, his heart was filled with hatred again.
"Mrs. Xin, you and I are irreconcilable."
Wei Xing hated Xin Lan, and he also hated Anning, but he dared not hate Anning.
