"This is not a dream," the thought emerged, and Zhou Wenfei's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
Upon closer consideration, if he had been in the real world all along, then the woman behind him was also real, not just a figure in a dream.
And at this moment, he was truly awake, not within a dream.
Once this thought took hold, Zhou Wenfei could no longer contain it, he reached out to touch the back of his hand, feeling very real, then pinched himself, which also hurt.
He bit down on the tip of his tongue unwillingly, and it hurt so much that tears came out of his eyes.
It was real! There was nothing more real than this.
He wasn't dreaming, but why had he left the bedroom after waking up, to find himself sitting in the living room?
He had no mood left for doubts.
Now, not a sound came from his surroundings, as if the woman had vanished.