The roof of the van felt so far away like it was a hundred miles up instead of a few inches from Xu Feng's face. He blinked, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dim interior of the van, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his dream.
For a few moments, he lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to ground himself in the present and remember where he was.
The van had stopped.
The air inside was still, peaceful even. They must have found a place to rest for the night. Xu Feng could feel the faint presence of his three companions in the front, their quiet whispers barely audible.
Yujie's calm voice hummed through the stillness, answering her boys' questions with soothing, patient words.
Mingjun and Mingyue were murmuring softly, their voices full of curiosity. They had no idea that Xu Feng had woken up and that he had returned from the strange, vivid dream that had left him shaken and questioning everything.
