The Art Gallery In His Dreams

The night was as heavy as velvet. The layers of thick curtains made the entire space seem unusually heavy. It was suffocating.

The young man on the bed was covered in sweat. His slender and fair hands were clutching the air-cooling quilt uneasily.

Guan Lei looked around in confusion. It was an unfamiliar place. There were all kinds of paintings on the walls. It seemed like an art gallery.

Suddenly, the crowd began to stir. They kept running out of a curved corridor.

Guan Lei felt an inexplicable determination in his heart. Clearly, something must have happened inside that these people were running out. However, he could not control himself and went against the flow of people.

When Guan Lei finally reached the open door, his vision suddenly became blurry. In the whiteness, the figure that had been troubling him slowly appeared. This time, it was slightly clearer.