Fei Chuan was abruptly jolted awake by a blaring alarm. He reached out to the bedside table to silence it, still groggy from sleep. As he sat up, a dull ache throbbed in his head.
That damn dream again.
Getting out of bed, he stumbled toward the bathroom to fetch some water. He drank it down, the memory of that eerie place from his dream lingering in his mind.
For the past few days, that dream had haunted him relentlessly. He had initially dismissed it as a typical dream that would eventually fade away. However, with each successive night, the emotions and sensations tied to the dream had grown more vivid.
Fei Chuan massaged his chest, a sense of suffocation still gripping his heart. The anger he had felt in that dream hadn't dissipated.
The place depicted in his dream was undoubtedly a graveyard, with tombstones scattered about. Strangely, he was certain he had never been to such a place before, yet he found it so familiar.
