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"Huff, huff!"
Wang Yang's face was etched in pain as he slept, his fists clenched tightly. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, waking from the nightmare drenched in sweat, his breath slightly hurried. Thinking back on the scene from his dream, he couldn't help but run his fingers through his hair and muttered with a wry smile, "Damn..."
Wang Yang glanced outside the window; the sky was still a murky, gloomy blur. He then looked at the bedside alarm clock; it was just past five in the morning. He lay in bed, hands behind his head, pondering the screenplay for "Juno" and the issue of casting "Juno."
