Su Junxin was caught off guard when her eyes met with Chen Xin's gaze. Still in a daze, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
After a moment, she propped herself up to sit and saw that it was almost noon on the clock on the wall.
A throbbing pain radiated from the sides of her forehead; the pain was clear and real. Her consciousness finally came back fully, and she began to remember what had happened before she fell asleep.
And that strange dream.
"In your dream, did you resolve your troubles and reconcile with your past self?" Chen Xin's voice suddenly echoed.
Su Junxin hesitated slightly.
Her deep-seated guilt towards Cloud, stemming from the accidental killing, had planted a seed of regret in her heart.
The unspoken apology was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart. Although she gradually learned to adapt as time passed, the weight of the stone still suffocated her when she recalled the past in the silence of the night.
