Smile

Yang Xian waited.

Yet there were no words. What he could see was only his deranged self slowly disappearing. The same smile was still formed on the corner of his dream self as if he was feeling relief.

Relief that the reality differed from what this 'Yang Xian' had had seen.

Bang!

Yang Xian woke up with a start. He glanced around and saw the familiar furniture in his tent. His brows furrowed as he looked at his hand. There was faint nails' mark on his palm as if he had been clenching his hand tightly for a long period of time. Thankfully, there was no blood on his hand but it was close. 

'What is that?'

Ruffling his long hair, Yang Xian sighed. He felt that he might be under stress lately and think too negatively. However, he knew that the decision he made would be the same if he were to be put in the same situation as his dream self, the decision he made might be extremely similar.