I had a nightmare, it really was a nightmare.
In the dream, my brother's figure became increasingly blurry, just like my parents' figures becoming indistinct as well. Instead, there was a masked face appearing before me, almost occupying my whole mind.
That was the most terrifying man from the Superman stories that Dad told us when we were young. The mask seemed to have already merged with his own face, devoid of any expression, not human-like, resembling who knows what.
Now, that masked face was facing me, suddenly letting out a string of eerie laughter, saying: Want to save your brother? Want to save your mom? Oh, right, you have a sister now—
Lingxin clenched both his fists tightly and opened his eyes, seeing no mask, just a stark white ceiling panel.
The weather was hot, the hotel had air conditioning running all night long, blowing cold air hurlingly, yet he was drenched, as if sweat poured out like a tide.
