Jesse Yun raised his hand and touched Henry Han’s face. His hands were cold, and his heart trembled. After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, “What else do you dream about besides these?”
Henry Han’s eyes were full of red blood, and the red was scary. He folded his hand on the back of Jesse Yun’s hand, shook his head and said, “I don’t know…I’m in a mess now, and I’ve been doing it all the time. All kinds of dreams, but the moment I woke up, I forgot everything. I only remember that you disappeared bit by bit before my eyes, but I can only stand where I am. There is no way…”
He held Jesse Yun’s hand tightly, as if afraid that he would suddenly disappear from his eyes. Jesse Yun raised his head and looked at him, with a pair of black eyes that seemed to be thick ink that could not be removed. After a long time, he raised his mouth with difficulty and said, “Things in dreams are fake, even if it is true, what happens is what happens. It’s no use regretting it anymore.”
Henry Han didn’t notice the profound meaning of Jesse Yun’s words. He just took a deep breath, nodded and said, “Sorry, I shouldn’t wake you up because of this trivial matter, huh… let you see a joke. ”
He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. Although his expression was very tired, he had already taken up the panic and became the relaxed Henry Han again.
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