During the long dark night, Ji Lan had another dream, and woke up late at night, feeling exhausted. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and his forehead and back were covered with sweat. She sighed quietly, lifted the quilt, and stood up, searching for traces of slippers in the dark with her feet. After finally getting used to the darkness, I kicked the soles of my feet onto the back of my shoes. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and stretched my feet into the shoes. My toes touched the softness and regained some warmth. With one hand, he touched his cold navel, and with the other hand, he pressed his fingers on his temples. He walked in the darkness to the window sill, gently rolled up one curtain, and buried his body on the back of the curtain. Then he held his chin in both hands, leaned against the window sill, and looked at the sparse vehicles and dim lights under the window, as if he was in another world.
His face felt cold, and the corners of his eyes felt uncomfortable. As soon as he wiped it away, there were actually tears.
Why did I have such a dream again? Why, if you don't care or worry, you will counterattack. Why do you shed tears involuntarily, just because you place all your hopes on a distant person?
In the blink of an eye, the street lights had double images. He closed his eyes calmly and let the hair around his ears hang down naturally. He straightened up, returned to the dark room, and said to himself, "Go to sleep. Don't have such a disturbing dream again."
She was silent. He walked back to the bed and covered himself with the quilt again, and continued to sleep lightly. A city without stars, even loneliness, is similar.