Han Chen couldn't sleep until very late last night. This has happened almost every day since he returned to China two months ago. If there is nothing special, he will catch up on his sleep at home during the day.
At this moment, he was sleeping soundly, with recurring nightmares in his head.
In the dream, as always, his dead fiancée was insulted and bullied by the beast Pan; his poor parents, having been deceived, opened the window in despair and both fell from a great height.
It wasn't until the phone next to his pillow started to ring that he suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking at the ceiling of the hotel room, Han Chen breathed a long sigh of relief, perhaps he would never escape the torture of nightmares in this life.
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