Half an hour later, Ma Long appeared at the funeral shop.
His condition was even worse than yesterday.
He walked with one foot higher than the other, and his legs were shaking a bit. Seeing Xu Yang, his eyes turned red instantly. Tears as big as beans continued to roll down his face. He looked extremely aggrieved.
Xu Yang handed him a tissue and asked, "Ma Long, what the hell is going on?"
To be honest.
Xu Yang was still completely lost.
On the phone earlier, Ma Long had cried and tried to explain for a while, but Xu Yang did not fully understand.
After choking with sobs for a minute or two, Ma Long finally settled down a bit. He began, "I need to start from the night before yesterday... That night, after I came back from the nightclub, I had a dream."
He described the dream he had the night before.
Xu Yang quipped, "This is a wet dream, how can you call it a nightmare? Wait a minute…"
Before he finished his sentence, Xu Yang realized something.