Of course, even the thickest shadows are just meekly hiding deep in the sunlight.
No matter how many disturbing signs appear in the campus, they remain just signs.
Life still goes on.
Dreams are as deep as ever.
After patrolling on Saturday night, Zheng Qing went back to his dorm and immediately fell asleep.
In his dreams, he could hear the burbling sound of water in Lin Zhong Lake, a low meowing of a cat in some place he could not see, interpolated by a sizzling noise like a broken radio.
The mixture of these sounds, ebbing and flowing, left Zheng Qing sleeping in restlessness.
Until he opened his eyes, it was as if the sounds from the dream were still echoing in his ears.
The sun outside the window was shining brilliantly.
It was already past noon.
Zheng Qing squinted in confusion, feeling a throbbing pain in his forehead, he couldn't help but rub his scalp vigorously.
This made him feel somewhat uneasy.
