She cried so hard that tears and snot poured out, yet she kept on crying relentlessly.
In her dream, Tang Yuran was crying when she suddenly awoke.
The room was pitch-dark, she couldn't see anything; she turned her head and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.
The dim light immediately illuminated the entire room, but the sudden brightness made her instinctively close her eyes for a moment.
When she opened her eyes again, she glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the hour hand pointing to half past three in the morning.
The air conditioner in the room was still humming, but there was an indescribable oppressive feeling in her chest.
She must have cried so sorrowfully in the dream that she felt inexplicably sad even upon waking.
Tang Yuran lay in bed for a while, feeling thirsty, so she got up and went to pour herself a drink.
