A handful of cold water was poured down the head of the bag, and the water droplets flowed down the forehead, the tip of the nose, and rolled down the collarbone. Griffin Yan shivered and finally regained consciousness.
What happened last night was a dream?
When he woke up, he had no memory of getting back to the tent and his pants were soiled. Every detail told him that it was an extremely real dream.
Perhaps because of guilt, the Finn Wen in the dream was not the seventeen-year-old minor, but the twenty-eight-year-old adult Finn Wen.
Griffin Yan sighed, still unable to believe that he was such a person.
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