Ji Huaian has become more and more afraid of sleeping recently.
What is it about a college student who keeps dreaming about hell? Especially it is very real: the blood-red sky, the smell of burnt feathers in the wind, and the ground beneath my feet trembles as if I were stepping on the back of some living creature. The bruises under Ji Huaian's eyes are starting to get heavier day by day...
Waking up from his dream for the seventh time, Ji Huaian touched his glasses in a daze as usual, but felt a soft touch on his fingertips - a black feather.
So today, Ji Huaian ordered five cups of coffee and expressed his intention to fight the thesis to the end in the surprised eyes of his roommates. He didn't believe it. Anyway, it was better not to sleep than to have nightmares.
Until under the dim light of the computer, a handsome black-haired man slowly appeared in front of him. His resentful eyes seemed to pierce Ji Huaian, and he said, why don't you come today.
Ji Huaian didn't understand. Ji Huaian was confused. Ji Huaian pinched himself to make sure he wasn't asleep.
But he followed the man.
Purpose: Blessed are those who mourn, for their souls will be comforted