Chapter 107

In my sleep, I dreamed that someone was gently caressing my cheek. The hand touching me felt so familiar—was it Kexin? My consciousness began to slowly awaken. As my mind grew clearer, I was suddenly struck with alarm. Right, I had fallen asleep at home. So, the person touching me couldn’t be Kexin, could it? Had Kexin returned? Reflexively, I opened my eyes, only to be met with the dim light of the room. The space was completely empty; I saw no one else there. Yet, I had distinctly felt someone stroking my face. Perhaps it was just my own inner desperation playing tricks on me. It was only then that I realized I still deeply loved Kexin. The depth of my love magnified my pain. Her current whereabouts were unknown, and though I was reluctant to admit it, I was truly worried about her. We often dream of what occupies our thoughts by day, and I had just dreamed of Kexin caressing me—the vivid sensation arose from that urgent longing buried in my subconscious.…