June 7th, morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shone through the glass window into the hotel room.
Du Wei lay on the bed and suddenly opened his eyes.
His face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him look utterly listless.
"It seems I've had another nightmare..."
"But I can't remember anything about the dream at all."
Du Wei murmured to himself, he closed his eyes and, upon reopening them, returned to his usual calm and indifference.
Immediately after, he frowned, pondering a question.
He had suspected that the curse from the nun had, after lying dormant, started to stir again.
The manifestation of the curse involved dreaming of the nun, like the floating scenes that appeared in his dreams at the very beginning.
But now, Du Wei couldn't ascertain what he even dreamt about.
The difference between the two was significant, but from another perspective, they were fundamentally the same.
"My dreams might have been devoured..."
