Liang Qiu had a dream; he dreamed he was standing in the middle of a lake, looking around blankly, unable to see the shore anywhere.
His legs felt as if they were nailed down, unable to move.
The lake water was peculiar, continuously rising from his waist, gradually reaching past his chest, his shoulders, until it was at his nose…
The intense feeling of suffocation was unbearable, a force erupted from within him, surging towards his limbs, breaking through the restraints.
"Ah!"
Liang Qiu let out a heavy cry, opened his eyes.
The familiar indoor scene appeared before him, the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.
Liang Qiu was completely awake: it was just a dream…
He got up, his left leg had been pressed for too long, feeling numb and causing him to walk with a limp.
In the kitchen, Xu Jing ladled the rib soup into a bowl, looking satisfied with the three dishes and one soup she made.
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands reached from behind, tightly wrapping around her waist.
