Heretic

Ling Pingan stood in front of the mirror and looked at his eyes in the morning.

There seemed to be some spots in his pupils, which seemed to be golden.

However, after rubbing his eyes, everything returned to normal.

"Am I seeing things again?" He scratched his head, not quite understanding what happened.

Putting down the glass of water in his hand and washing his face, the young bookstore owner was confused again.

"I seemed to have a very good dream last night..."

But…

He couldn't remember it at the moment, no matter how hard he tried.

He only vaguely remembered that the dream was exceptionally good!

It could almost be written as a good essay.

Unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything!

However, he often had such things.

He often dreamed of some magnificent world and did some great things.

After waking up, he would not remember anything.