After a busy day, He Qiuxia pushed the door open with heavy steps.
The room was dark, and there was a strange man lying on the sofa.
Her heart tightened and she immediately left and called the police.
After a careful search, the police only told her in confusion: "No one is home."
But He Qiuxia could see it clearly.
The man was lying there, lazy and casual, and everyone present turned a blind eye to him.
The moment their eyes met, he smiled softly.
That smile was calm and determined, clearly saying——
Only you can see me, and I only let you see me.
This is He Qiuxia's third dream.
The dream fragments became clearer and clearer, and the nihilistic images gradually became real and tangible, lingering in my heart.
There is always a sense of emptiness lingering in my chest, as if I have lost something important, or as if I have been cherished by others, but in the end I am the only one left.
Can those entangled trances and ties really just pass by like this?
Her fingertips suddenly curled up, and when she raised her eyes again, there was no confusion in her eyes, only a stubbornness that refused to accept her fate.
She doesn't care whether she can catch him or not.
This time, she insisted on reaching out and clutching the thing that could give her peace of mind.
Purpose: redemption