Leng Youchen was startled awake from a nightmare in the middle of the night, the raging fire that ravished everything he owned six years ago still hadn't dissipated from his sight, and his dark phoenix eyes suddenly turned fierce. That fire, which caused him to lose everything, never left his mind and always left him with lingering fear.
He closed his eyes, unable to hide the fatigue on his handsome face.
Since his return to Beicheng, he was plagued by nightmares almost every night. He raised his hand to his forehead, only then realizing that the environment he was in was a bit odd. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
He was still lying in the bathtub, and he recalled that he must have fallen asleep from exhaustion, and his wife, unable to lift him, simply let him sleep there.
He smiled wryly, lifted the blanket, stepped out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and then went out in his wheelchair.
