Chapter 053: Duan Feihan’s Nightmare

After the death of the man who had saved her, there followed a period when she would have nightmares every time she slept, and upon waking, her pillow would be soaked in tears. Eventually, Bai Chuwei simply stopped sleeping altogether.

For an ancestor like her, going without sleep had little consequence.

Though Bai Chuwei no longer slept, she found other people's dreams quite fascinating. She had once wandered through Snowball's dreams; even in sleep, that plump hamster was indulging in delicacies.

She was always able to pass unimpeded through ordinary people's dreams, but Duan Feihan's dreams blocked her.

The more she was denied, the more intrigued Bai Chuwei became. Tonight, she was determined to enter Duan Feihan’s dream.

Perhaps luck favored her, for Duan Feihan was usually busy with work, and after returning home, he often cared for his gravely ill father. Most nights, he only rested after eleven.

His father, after taking herbal medicine, was somewhat recovered, and Duan Feihan went to his room early to rest.

Bai Chuwei exerted considerable effort before finally entering Duan Feihan’s dream. The sky was shrouded in gray, and a cold wind swept through.

Within the entire dreamscape stood only a beautiful villa. Bai Chuwei stepped into the hall and saw a refined boy in a small suit seated at the table, his youthful face set in a serious expression as he intently played a sudoku game.

Bai Chuwei had seen Duan Feihan at age four before: small, proud, and adorable.

He still had a childlike heart, she mused. Dreaming of himself as a child, playing games in the middle of the night?

“Hanhang—Hanhang—”

A woman’s voice called from upstairs.

The well-behaved child heard the voice, and his mature, young face broke into a smile. “Mother, I’m coming!”

Little Duan Feihan put down his game and, as if unaware of Bai Chuwei’s presence, headed straight upstairs.

Bai Chuwei gradually recalled the description in the original novel.

Duan Feihan, the late-stage villainous boss of the story, was portrayed as being haunted since childhood by nightmares of the day his mother died.

Tsk—living with such nightmares day after day, how could he not grow into a twisted antagonist?

She suddenly forgot she was here for amusement, and hurried upstairs after him.

On the balcony, she saw a beautiful woman smiling, but then suddenly falling backwards off the rail—

Little Duan Feihan stood frozen, his entire body cold as if someone had cast a spell to halt him.

In the next instant, he fell into a warm embrace scented faintly with medicine. A beautiful hand gently covered his eyes, and the long lashes of four-year-old Duan Feihan fluttered anxiously, brushing against Bai Chuwei’s palm like a tiny broom.

Her voice, unexpectedly gentle, soothed, “Hanhang, this is a dream. Wake up now.”

She knew all too well what nightmares felt like—the urge to forget, yet the scenes buried deep would replay again and again, stabbing at the heart each time.

The room was silent. Suddenly, the handsome man on the large bed opened his eyes, a slender hand pressed to his forehead, cold sweat glistening.

Duan Feihan breathed shallowly, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat up.

His deep blue pajamas hung loosely, revealing a sweat-dampened collarbone. He bowed his head, letting the warm light from the lamp spill over him.

He had dreamed again—again the harrowing scene of his mother leaping to her death when he was a child.

He had suffered this nightmare for nearly twenty years, each time leaving him hopeless and powerless.

Yet tonight was different—someone was there.

Bai Chuwei appeared in his dream, and held him.

The suffocating despair was replaced by warmth, as if she had salvaged his entire world.