Is this a dream?
How could that person be leaning against my door?
How could that face look exactly like the person in my dreams?
Her steps suddenly slowed down, each step as heavy as if weighed down by sandbags. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the door, afraid to blink, fearing it was just a hallucination that would disappear from her sight in the blink of an eye.
Standing ten meters from the door, Liu Mingxing's steps halted. She held her breath, her body covered in cold sweat. She couldn't tell if this was a beautiful dream or a nightmare. She thought she had calmed down long ago, but now her emotions were surging like gigantic waves in the sea of her heart. Her limbs stiffened, and she dared not take another step.
So she was also this timid, she had never really forgotten. Yes, how could she forget? There was someone who died trying to save her.
That person had loved her deeply, yet she had rejected him, and he died saving her.
