It was not the first time he had experienced these auditory hallucinations—
Even in the middle of the night, he would suddenly wake up, feeling as if her voice were drifting by his ears. He would often pull out his IV and rush downstairs, frantically searching in the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, only to ultimately admit it was an illusion.
Then he would spend the whole night sleepless, his mind and heart flooded with thick disappointment and regret. He didn't even know what he was disappointed about since it was all over... and yet he kept having these unrealistic dreams.
Was he sick, perhaps gravely so?
Do those on the verge of death always dream beautiful dreams?
Mo Shiche quietly closed his eyes, his handsome face devoid of color and void of the last trace of emotion, "Ten minutes."
