Chapter 339 Wiping Sweat
(Unbeknownst to me, it's almost been a year, and this book has hit three million words, setting a new personal record for Old Lai! Thank you all so much for accompanying me all the way. Old Lai will keep writing the rest of the story for you, and will finish this book without cutting it off midway or botching the ending!)
His eyes opened. Under the soft light, what he saw was a very familiar bedroom. For an ordinary person, it would be clear they'd just woken up from a nightmare. But Li Yan hadn't just had a single dream—whether going to school or locked in slaughter, it had all been that vivid, that familiar, so for a moment even he couldn't tell if he'd just entered a third stop in the dream, like how the scenes had switched just now.
Right now his head was still groggy, there was a bit of a headache too, just without that tearing sensation like it was about to explode.
"Yurong?…Yue Yao?"
