Meng Renshu opened his eyes wide in shock. His breath was uneven, and there was a constricting pain in his chest.
His eyes darted around wildly, and he soon found himself in a familiar room.
"This is… my room?" He muttered softly. It took him a few seconds to finally regain his wits together.
The wet sensation on his cheeks was all the explanation he needed. He must have been having the same dream again.
"Please stop this. No more," Meng Renshu said while holding back his sob.
Every time he woke up with the same unpleasant dream, he would need some time to stop the tears from coming down his eyes. As usual, he could not remember the details of his dream. However, the terror, grief, and despair he felt were still there, lingering in the back of his mind and weighing his spirit down.
