He opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling.
This was his own home.
Shen Xiaoran lifted the quilt, looking at her unnaturally positioned, completely numb legs, and she thought of the dream she had last night.
That dream was too real, almost not like a dream at all.
It was very clear, and it lasted a long time, probably the same as real time.
It was as if it was another world.
In the dream, there was a person who claimed to be a deity, and he granted her the strength to stand...
So, could she only stand in her dreams?
Biting her lip, Shen Xiaoran propped herself up with her hands, slowly shifting to the edge of the bed.
Her feet touched the ground.
"Just stand up like in the dream, that's all."
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully.
Shen Xiaoran stood up.
Thud... crash!