The room was tightly closed, and the bamboo shadows outside the window were swaying. Originally, the lights in the countryside could only illuminate the shadows of the bamboo lanterns, but they found it even more sad. Su Qian raised her head and looked at the moonlight reflecting on the lake. The water's light swayed, reflecting the shadows on the ceiling. Only then did she dare to confirm again: it was a dream, and it was still the same dream.
Su Qian brushed the cold sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, turned on the lamp on the bedside table, grabbed a water glass, and drank gulps of water, as if this was the only way to calm the fear in her heart and drive away the nightmares she had to have every day. Walking to the window, it was a foggy night. The faint light of the stars is hidden in the black and obscured night. Hopefully, it will be a sunny day tomorrow.