The curtains were wide open and sunlight shone in through the windows. Ji Feng squinted his eyes and raised his hands to put on his forehead. The shadow cast by his palms just covered his eyelids. It's been a long time since I had this kind of dream. The time in the dream is really nostalgic. But now... The better the dream, the crueler the reality. Ji Feng's heart felt like there was a huge hole, and a black wave surged up and blocked his throat. There was nowhere to vent his negative emotions. In the apartment located on the 16th floor, the hustle and bustle on the ground could not be heard. The huge room was empty and quiet. Ji Feng was lying on the bed, and his own breathing could be heard clearly. His Adam's apple rolled, and he made a futile swallowing motion, subconsciously trying to put this stuffy emotion back into his heart.