Duan Feihan rubbed his eyes which held a complicated expression in them. "Why did I dream of… Bai Chuwei?"
He moved his hand up to rub his brows and then got up to pour himself a glass of iced water.
The iced water flowed down his throat and completely extinguished the anxiety caused by the nightmare. However, he was wide awake now.
He put down the cup and walked to the window with his phone in hand. His pitch-black eyes had recovered their usual coldness and were staring at the night scene as he made a call.
The call was connected very soon. "Fourth young master, since you're calling me so late at night, you've had a nightmare again. Shall I come over immediately?"
The other person on the line was Ji Shuo, Duan Feihan's personal psychiatrist.
He would often receive calls from Duan Feihan in the middle of the night. The recurring nightmares were mainly the reason for these calls.