Lu Bu'er had been dreaming for some time now. In his dreams, he sat by the beach watching the sunset as waves shimmered beneath a small boat; on it, a red-haired girl gazed at him, holding an umbrella, her eyes always brimming with affection, tinged with a touch of longing and reluctance.
He had tried to reach out and pull her back several times, but she was like a reflection in the water, illusory, eventually pushed further and further away by the waves until she disappeared from his world.
Each time he woke up, his heart felt empty.
As if dust covered everything.
Even now, he wasn't quite sure if he could believe that everything he was seeing was real. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the greenish-white fingers poking at his chest.
Hmm, they were cold to the touch, yet the sensation was familiar.
Lu Bu'er then traced up the girl's hand to her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Hmm, it was bony and thin, yet palpably real.
