In the dead of night, Xu Ruoyu woke up from a nightmare again.
Cold sweat soaked her forehead, and her heart beat rapidly. In the dim room, only the neon light and shadow outside the window swayed on the wall. This time the dream was particularly clear - she could even feel the real touch of the dagger in her palm. Time distorted in the dream, countless images of myself flashed around, and finally collapsed into boundless nothingness.
"... Nothing but a dream..."
She whispered unconsciously, with a lingering tremor in her voice.
Such nightmares have long become a part of her life. They are not like ordinary dreams that will dissipate when you wake up. Instead, they are like imprints engraved deep in the soul, weighing heavily on your heart. She curled up on the large bed, her slender figure looking particularly fragile.
"Are you having nightmares again?"
My brother Xu Huaijin asked sleepily from outside the door.
"It's okay, go to sleep."
She responded softly, trying to keep her tone calm. It was quiet outside the door, but she knew her brother was still there—this college student who always loved to dream about becoming a superhero, was always extra attentive in front of her.
After lying down again, sleepiness disappeared. This dream was so frighteningly real, as if it was not an ordinary nightmare, but another world that was revealing the hidden truth to her through the cracks...
It's okay, that's it