The scenes in the rescue room replayed in Zhang Heng's mind like a broken record.
He didn't know how long these images had been there, nor could he understand the meaning behind them. Perhaps they were just meaningless... just meaningless dreams.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling again.
The fourth dream, perhaps?
Zhang Heng could vaguely recall what happened, only remembering the moment before Hypnos put him to sleep. Whatever happened after that was no longer in his memory. Soon, though, he discovered something different. He saw Han Lu, missing in the previous rounds of dreams, lying down beside him.
Shen Xixi, who was on the stool nearby, opened her eyes when she heard movement. Rubbing her eyes, she exclaimed in surprise, "You're awake, great."
"Where are we?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Han Lu's home," Shen Xixi replied with raised eyebrows. "Rest assured; we have left her dream."
"Huh?"
