After a night had passed, Qin Yuhuai slowly woke up.
He felt as if he had had a dream last night, both beautiful and absurd.
The first half of the dream was beautiful; he dreamed of sharing a pillow in sleep with Sangzi.
He even dreamed of holding her in his arms, his palm lightly caressing her cheek.
That feeling was so real, as if his arms and the palms of his hands still held her warmth.
But suddenly, Sangzi ran away, slamming the door behind her.
He wanted to chase her, but the room spun, and he could not move his body.
Then, he dreamed of his two mischievous younger brothers setting fire in his study, burning his important work documents.
He wanted to scold them, but they locked the door of the study from the inside.
There was fire behind him and a door in front of him.
Just as he was feeling a terrible headache, Sangzi appeared again...
His head ached a little.
Qin Yuhuai struggled to get up.
"You're awake?"
Suddenly, Sangzi's voice reached his ears.
