He lay beside Mo Shu's pillow at this time, and amidst his few hours of sleep, a bizarre dream had repeated itself countless times.
In the dream, Mo Shu's face was pale as she sat up in bed looking at him, her face full of shock and disbelief.
Yet he continued cruelly, "Isn't this what you wanted? Just as you wished."
She, always calm and composed, seemed to crumble suddenly, disintegrating without warning.
He wasn't unaware of her panic, her despair, her helplessness, but he still coldly watched her, turning around to leave.
Turning away, he submerged himself in darkness—in that narrow, quiet world, it was all her voice: "Yu Siqiao! Will you give me a chance to explain?"
"Will you give me a chance to explain?"
"Give me a chance to explain?"
That sentence, like a curse, echoed in his world, hard to dissipate.
...
"Knock, knock"
The polite knocking woke Yu Siqiao up.
Yu Siqiao opened his eyes, realizing only then that he had fallen asleep unknowingly.
