Shen Wangjin had a dream.

In the dream, when he was weak and weak, he was nest deep in a dark and humid alley. Looking at the chaotic darkness ahead, he was full of fear and was full of fear.

He was waiting, waiting for this darkness to spread, even if it was just a trace of light, he could take a road for him. Perhaps he could leave this humid and dark place.

But he waited again, but never waited.

Finally, he was unable to wait for it, and he could only stand up hard, and walked into the boundless darkness.

He kept bumping, wrestling, scarred, exhausted, but the surroundings were still dark.

He was unable to escape, and finally he could only fall to the ground.

Perhaps it should be given up, maybe no matter how much effort is, because he has never had other opportunities ...

He thought like this, and he couldn't help but flatten his body, so he was lying quietly in this darkness.

Originally thought that it might be forever.

Suddenly, there was a softness, holding his hand gently.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the direction in front of his eyes.

He saw a beam of light.

The pure white light, hitting a thin and thin back, is the only light in this inseparable darkness.

She held his hand, went all the way, and moved forward ...

The darkness ahead is still endless, but he has no fear.

Because there is already a beam of light in front of his eyes.

The brightest light of a beam.

Nympho

When Shen Wangjin woke up, he was lying on the bed's bed. At the same time, a bright sun was passing through a seam of the curtains, and it was falling to his eyes.

Zhuang Yibo stood in front of the gap, and the sun was stained with a faint layer of halo.

Shen Wangjin looked at her standing in front of the window, motionless.

The next moment, the light disappeared quickly, and a dimness was restored in the bedroom.

"I wake you up?" Zhuang Yibo whispered.

"No." His voice was a bit chaotic, "pulling the curtains away."

Zhuang Yibo hesitated for a moment, and he opened the curtains again.

In fact, he has never liked a bright environment. Whenever he is indoors, he always rejected all the sunlight, so Zhuang Yibo opened the curtains while looking at the expression on his face.

Probably the sun was too dazzling. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't cover it. He still looked at her direction.

"Is it too bright?" Zhuang Yibo said, "Would you like to fit a little?"

"No need." Shen Wangjin only said this, and he stretched out his hand towards her.

Zhuang Yibo returned to the bed and was quickly incorporated into his arms.

Her skin has always been white, lying in the sun, it is even more white.

Shen Wangjin looked at her for a long time without moving.

For a long time, Zhuang Yibo said lowly: "You sleep well, you didn't move when I got up, and thought that opening the curtains would not surprise you ..."

Shen Wangjin listened, but just responded slightly.

"Are you dreaming?" Zhuang Yibo asked again.

"Well." He still just responded.

"What dream?" She asked.

"Old dream." Shen Wangjin replied.

Listening to him, Zhuang Yibo speculated that he was probably unwilling to talk about it, and paused, and he didn't ask anymore.

Shen Wangjin took her a moment quietly, and suddenly said, "Why don't you ask me what old dream?"

Hearing the words, Zhuang Yibo slowly looked up at him, paused, and said obediently: "What old dream?"

"You." Shen Wangjin said.
Chapter completed!