Lun Chuan reveled in joy within his dream.
Then, as he ambled over to the steep slope of jagged rocks, he saw wild peonies blossoming below in tranquility.
They trembled their petals in the wind, a scene that had shocked him for many years.
But now, within the dream, for some reason, the originally memory-white peonies suddenly spread a deep red from their center!
Like a fiery blaze, it ignited a mysterious thirst in him, leaving him longing to plunge into a secluded spring…
Lun Chuan awoke.
At this moment, the heat slowly dissipated, and he felt incredibly refreshed, without the sticky sensation of sweating upon waking like before.
The air conditioner, in energy-saving mode, hummed quietly, while the heat in his palm seemed to emanate a cool, refreshing scent from the straw mat…
This nap had been utterly gratifying.
After all, if he had slept too long during his siestas before, he would inevitably wake up feeling drowsy and uncomfortable.
