Meanwhile, Yan Xiaye's groggy eyes lifted, and just so happened to meet the man's unfathomable gaze.
The twisted interior of the car contrasted sharply with the sunny world outside, as if they were two different universes. She remained in the deepest shadow, looking up and catching sight of a strand of sunshine slicing through the darkness.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, she couldn't understand why the man would appear here, and she wasn't even sure if this was a hallucination induced by the drugs. But like a drowning person clutching at the last piece of driftwood, she reached out to him unconsciously.
Based on her countless midnight reveries, she knew the hand she extended would always come up empty.
No matter if it was her childhood or many years later, what awaited her was another endless nightmare from which she could never awaken, until she was utterly drained and in agony.