I dreamed about it again...
The boy sneered and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. Tears slowly flowed across his cheeks and soaked the pillow. Why me? What did I do? Why does it have to make me uncomfortable like this...
The boy turned his head and buried his face into the pillow, finally unable to hold back his sobs. But it fell silent soon after, as if the young man was tired of crying and fell asleep. But only the tears that kept pouring out made it clear that he was not asleep, and the silent crying made the air tainted with a trace of sadness.
Will I still dream about it this time...
The young man held hope and fell deeply into the deep sleep of eternal night.
"Oh, it turns out that the young master wants to see me so much." In the darkness, he stretched out a hand to touch the young man's cheek, wiped away the tears with his hands, and put his hand in front of his mouth to lick it, "But it's such a pity, I can't help the young master until the young master remembers the beginning of everything." The visitor kept a decent smile, covered the young man with a quilt, and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.
"... That will definitely be a very, very beautiful dream..." The words with unknown meaning dissipated in the air, and the person who came disappeared, leaving only an empty dark space with only the boy sleeping on the bed and the bedside lamp.