Wang Che was drinking alone in his study after getting the news from Zhong Feng that Shun was fine. He looked through the window into the dark night before taking another sip of his old red wine. Unfortunately, he could not even enjoy it.
He thought about his fight with Shun.
No, he had not stopped thinking about it. Every moment replayed like a movie on repeat. Or perhaps it was more of a bad sitcom rerun. Either way, the details repeated over and over and over. It was like he was stuck in purgatory, reliving his sins.
The irony of the entire thing was the fact that he knew the reason the fight occurred. He understood why he was wrong, and he even knew how he could fix it. But he just could not. He was trapped in a nightmare and could not break free.
If he could describe his current situation, he would say that it was something like sleep paralysis.