In the days that followed, what Duan Wenchen feared most was the recurring feeling of suffocation in his dreams, and the struggle to wake up even though he knew it was a dream.
That low and shallow "It's okay." Was the only thing he could hold on to in countless nightmares.
"I am your loyal minister." The man said with his eyes bent. It's the eyes that can be seen as soon as I think about it, and the low and lingering voice rings in my ears, as if... Just yesterday.
I don't really like me and my ideas, I just like myself when I'm sure to be by your side.
Intention: In the stumbling days, we learn how to love.