That was because, in the dream, those cries were a manifestation of his years of pain and love, exhibiting them practically drained him all of the energy he had in his body.
This dream would recur occasionally and had started when they parted ways five years ago. Since she had moved into his house, the last time he had dreamed that nightmare was two months prior, so he was quite surprised himself that it had happened that night.
The pain that caught his breath in his dream still lingered, making his hands that gripped the corner of the marble sink go that much harder.
…
The moment Song Qingchun heard the door to the bathroom open, she sprung up from the sofa to look at Su Zhinian.
The man had washed his face, and the two tendrils of hair framing his forehead were still dripping with water. The droplets of water slid down his strong jawline, caressing it softly.
