This night's succession of nightmares completely ended Pu Sangzhi's brief period of tranquility.
In the middle of the night, she woke up crying...
After extricating herself from the nightmare, an indescribable desolation enveloped her whole being.
The dim environment of the room seemed to devour the last bit of her composure, gradually pulling her into a state of panic and disarray.
And at this moment, the various insecurities she felt while hiding from debtors reclaimed her heart.
Now fully awake, Pu Sangzhi curled up in her bed like a shrimp, trying to find some semblance of safety for herself.
In the room, periodic sobs could be heard as Pu Sangzhi lay quietly, silently reflecting on the vivid and terrifying dream she had just experienced, and quietly shedding tears...
The time she fled in ninth grade was a shadow in her heart.
The images in the dream were so real they seemed to replay the scenes, tugging at Pu Sangzhi's heart.
