Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
Just as the old man finished speaking, Lin Xian barely caught a glimpse of the old man's face when… the familiar white light descended once again without warning.
It consumed everything.
...
...
Whoosh!
Lin Xian sprang up straight from the bed in the high-end suite:
"Holy shit..."
He looked left and right, unable to find the familiar bedside clock.
Only then did he realize he wasn't in his bedroom at home.
He got off the bed, picked up the phone that was charging on the desk, and checked the time:
00:42
"This is reality."
Lin Xian let out a sigh of relief.
Just a moment ago, he suddenly remembered something the psychologist, Doctor Liu, had once said:
"If one day, you lose the reference to distinguish reality from dreams... you know what will happen, right?"
"By then, you will be completely unable to tell reality from dreams."
For so long before this.
