The capital is in chaos, carriages and horses speed by.
Red light pierces the sky, panic boils over.
Li Xuan rubbed his forehead as he walked out of the abandoned hut.
He felt as if his brain had just been boiled, filled with chaotic and manic joy, anger, sadness, and happiness, all stemming from those dreams.
Though the events within the dreams had become vague, fragments of memories, sometimes indistinguishable between real and unreal, surged forth, some even etched deeply into his mind.
His rational mind told him "it's all fake," but his emotions still treated the scenes in the dreams as real, making him indulge uncontrollably.
He even had the urge to seek out the dream versions of his parents, wife, and friends, questioning himself: "What if it isn't fake? What if this is the dream?"
These thoughts even overshadowed the current images of his parents, wife, and friends in his mind.
