Logan's chest suddenly felt stuffy. He raised his knuckles and touched his eye sockets, but found no trace of moisture. They must have dried up long ago.
He was relieved and made up an explanation: "It's okay, just a nightmare."
Although he couldn't remember the specific content, it was common for him to get emotional in his dreams. This was inevitable. He was just afraid that he would accidentally lose his composure in reality, especially not in front of the idiot Jason.
"Did you dream about monsters or bad guys?"
"Probably...all of them." Logan concentrated his attention and recalled that he hadn't dreamed of familiar people for a long time. All of them were abstract images of strange powers. Even if he was awake now, he still felt a strong sense of uneasiness, his heart was floating up and down, and he could not help but resist everything he saw.
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