Feng Mei Hiu's nights were always plagued with endless nightmares— the times in that cold, dark and haunting cell— but the memories before those times seemed blurry; maybe it was his brain actively suppressing the memories— the good times with a bitter aftertaste before everything spiralled into doom.
There could have been many things that triggered the dream, but Feng Mei Hiu could only pin it down to his run in with Lu Yang earlier that day.
Lu Yang? Even the name had him feeling off balance.
For a few seconds Feng Mei Hiu remained sprawled on the large bed, black hair a messy disarray on the pillow as his blue eyes traced the design of the ceiling.
Ding
His phone chimed with a notification pulling Feng Mei Hiu out of his daze.