She thought: if this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up. But it was too late—she was already awake.
She had already dreamt an entire lifetime's worth of dreams. She had had enough. She no longer wanted to dream.
Beautiful dreams inevitably led to disappointments in real life, while nightmares bred fear and pessimism. It was better not to dream at all.
She opened her eyes and saw Lu Yi standing before her, watching her calmly. There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes; he did not smile, but the air around him was warm and pleasant.
"You're here." Yan Huan sat up. Her voice was hoarse, and her nose throbbed.
"Why are you crying?" Lu Yi wiped her tears away with his fingers. "What did you see in your dreams?"
Yan Huan bit her lip. She wanted to smile reassuringly, but she could not bring herself to do it. Left alone, she was an iron lady, strong and impervious, but the moment someone tried to comfort her, her façade crumbled away.
