He had that dream again.
In the dream, a person with exactly the same body shape as him stood silently beside his bed. There were no details of the face, just a dark silhouette with clear outlines, but Lin Jian knew that it was "him". The man leaned down, his face almost touching the tip of his nose, and a cold breath with the smell of old dust brushed his skin. He wanted to scream and move, but his body seemed to be filled with cement and he couldn't even lift a finger. The feeling of suffocation is like a tide, flooding the mouth and nose.
