I Can Actually Hear Antiques Talking

Lin Zhou abruptly sat up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat.

He had dreamed about that broken copper coin again.

In the dream, the rust-covered “Kaiyuan Tongbao” coin hung right before his eyes. It wasn’t sitting there quietly. Like an old-fashioned film projector, it was pouring things into his mind, frame by frame.