It was the same old dream. The harsh screech of tires reverberated in his ears, mixed with the cacophony of furious horns and terrified shrieks. He was gripping onto the wheels in a tight grip. The person beside him seemed to say something, but He Juan could not hear what they were saying past the sharp whistle of wind in the air.
He braced himself for the anticipated crash, yet strangely it did not happen this time.
The scene shifted and he suddenly found himself in a familiar place. It was Mu Yuze's house – his living room, to be exact. He had a solid weight on top of his lap, the presence grounding and reassuring. A burst of love and affection surged out of him and he held this person close to his chest. "I miss you…" he murmured again and again. "I miss you so much."
