A dream.
A dream of the past.
A dream long in the distant past.
A time when a boy still had his father and mother together with him... Then it all shattered into pieces.
Father disappeared. Mother wept. Everybody was gone. No one is by their side. But slowly, they dug themselves out of the hole.
Rebuild back up from the grave. A never-ending nightmare that repeats over and over again with no escape.
Until the boy woke up.
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"Fuck, my head!"
As Xiaoyun managed to instinctively open his eyes, everything around him had completely changed.
He was no longer on the bathroom floor. A soft bed behind his back and a warm blanket rested over his body.
A bright ceiling light right directly above him. Everything felt familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
The dizziness soon made everything spin in place, forcing him to close his eyes once again as darkness consumed his vision.
"Honey!"
"Babe!"
