At night, Yao Yi had a dream.
He saw himself, or rather his body.
Clothes tattered, hunched over, walking on a muddy path.
The road seemed endless, the scenery on both sides indistinct, bizarre and fantastic.
He tried hard to see his own face clearly, eyes moving upward, then further upward...
Then, he woke up.
Scared awake.
Visibility in the hospital room was low; he wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting heavily.
The specifics of the dream were hard to recall; he only felt that watching himself walk was very strange.
"Is this considered a nightmare?"
He turned to look at the adjacent bed, wanting to tell Lv Bai about his dream.
Only an empty hospital bed made him gradually regain clarity.
Right, after Lv Bai took Xiaoying away, he hadn't returned, where did he go?
...
Bang!
A mirror was smashed.
He Yan blocked the uninvited guest outside the room.
