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Chen Mo fell back into a light sleep, his breathing steadier than before. The pain in reality hadn't vanished; it was merely wrapped layer by layer in the warmth of his family and the glimmer of his dreams, no longer so sharp and piercing. His mother gently tucked his exposed hand back under the quilt. Feeling his slightly cool skin, her heart tightened again. She didn't dare leave, instead leaning against the bedside to rest. Even if she only closed her eyes for a few minutes, she wanted to…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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The sunlight outside had already shifted to the western side of the window sill, casting long shadows from the eaves. The air in the small room was so quiet that the ticking of a clock could be heard—a clock his family had specially placed by his bedside, fearing he might feel lonely upon waking. Chen Mo's eyelashes fluttered slightly. This time, he wasn't sinking into a dream, but truly waking up from a long period of lethargy. His vision was no longer blurred, his consciousness was no longer…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The morning light illuminated the small room brightly, and time in reality was as quiet as a pool of warm water. Chen Mo was still in a deep sleep. The exhaustion forged by illness over the past few days was slowly being smoothed away in this ceaseless slumber. His brow was unfurrowed, his lips relaxed, and even his breathing was soft and even, no longer possessing that suppressed, trembling rhythm from before. His mother sat by the bedside. The small stool was almost scorched from how long she…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The morning light in the dream was a few degrees warmer than in reality, sprinkling goldenly across the old courtyard, landing on the bluestone ground and illuminating every corner with a soft, gentle brightness. Chen Mo stood at the entrance of the familiar Main Room, looking at his living, young, and healthy family. His heart felt gently wrapped in warm water—aching yet stable. This was the scene he had longed for most after half a lifetime of wandering and illness, a scene he could no…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Outside the dreamscape, the small room remained tightly wrapped in gentleness. Chen Mo slept deeply, his breathing steady, his complexion showing slightly more color than in the past few days. His mother still sat by the bedside, holding a small, worn-out piece of clothing he had worn as a child, sewing up holes that no longer existed stitch by stitch, merely using the action to steady her constantly trembling heart. His father sat on the threshold, wordlessly sharpening an old hoe. It…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The daylight outside was already bright, with sunlight streaming through the window lattice, casting a warm patch of light on the edge of the bed next to Chen Mo's peaceful profile. He was still asleep, the strength sapped by days of illness seemed to slowly return in this peaceful slumber. His eyebrows were fully relaxed, his lips loose, and his previously dry, pale lips now had a hint of shallow color. His breathing was light and even, no longer carrying a repressed heaviness, more like a child…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The time in the dream flowed gently and slowly, like a stream meandering through the countryside—unhurried, just enough time for him to pick up every scattered regret bit by bit. Chalk dust drifted down in the classroom, the blackboard filled with neat formulas and texts. Outside the window, the plane tree leaves swayed softly in the wind. Sunlight cut in diagonally through the glass, landing on the open textbook, coating it with a warm, golden halo. Chen Mo sat before the familiar desk, his…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The wind in the dream still blew gently, the shadow of the old locust tree swayed slowly on the ground, and the cicadas chirped one after another, softening and brightening the youthful spirit of the entire midsummer. Chen Mo stood right in front of the girl, a corner of his school uniform lifted by the breeze. The youth's figure was thin but upright, no longer possessing that lingering weakness from reality, nor the deep-seated inferiority and evasiveness. The girl was slightly startled by his…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The soft morning light filtered through the window, blending with the dim yellow light in the room, creating a softer atmosphere. Outside, the birds chirped crisply and melodiously, while the wind rustled the leaves of the orange tree in the courtyard, adding a gentle vitality to the quiet scene. Chen Mo lay quietly on the bed, his breathing steady and even, his eyebrows relaxed, and the faint smile on his lips still lingered. In reality, he was lovingly protected by his family, the sharp pain of…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The night enveloped the mountain village in an even deeper hue, leaving only the soft rustle of wind through the leaves outside. Inside, a dim yellow lamp continued to shine, filling the small room with a warm, comforting glow. Chen Mo lay in bed, his breathing much steadier than during the day. The sudden collapse had shattered the facade he had maintained for so long, but it had also lifted the heaviest burden from his heart. He no longer had to force himself to stand tall, to deliberately…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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