Shen Nian's sleep was not very restful—or rather, it started off peaceful enough, but later, in his dreams, he saw the Shen family, Shen Yi, Wen shi, and even Old Madam Shen. His brows knitted together tightly, his chest feeling as though a heavy stone had been pressed upon it—dull and painful, making it hard to breathe.
He struggled to open his eyes, breaking free from the nightmare, drenched in sweat.
Shen Nian sat up in bed, head lowered, gasping for air. Sweat dripped continuously from his forehead, and sharp, piercing accusations rang in his ears.