The steel bar dragged across the ground, emitting a grating noise, inching closer step by step...
Zhou Xufang suddenly opened her eyes.
The room was dark, and she took a while to recover her senses, whispering, "Jiang Zhi."
Jiang Zhi immediately woke up, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at her in the light.
Her eyes were red.
"What's wrong?" he hugged her. "Did you have a dream again?"
She burrowed into his arms, rubbing her head on his chest, her voice soft and tender: "Jiang Zhi."
"Mm."
She lifted her head and kissed his chin, "Do you like foxtail grass?"
Jiang Zhi was taken aback, "Remember now?"
She shook her head, "I think I dreamt of you, and Tang Xiang's dad." She wasn't sure, though, whether it was a dream or a memory.
Jiang Zhi, seemingly afraid she'd recall something unpleasant, asked tentatively, "Anything else?"
"I don't remember much after opening my eyes."
He sighed in relief.
