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  If Su An were in his sister's room, he would notice that the woman who was leaning against the rge floor-to-ceiling window, breathing heavily, now seemed somewhat unfamiliar to him.

  Looking up, the bright moonlight outside illumihe room, and tonight was a rarely appearing full moon.

  Su Xiaoxiao’s shadow was left alone on the wall.

  The longers she stared at it, the more the shadow twisted, as if something strange and livirying to break out of it.

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  The even sunlight spilled into a small office, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

  "Doctor," the Fatty looked up and said, "Could you move a little?"

  Jiang g grunted and sat up from his office chair, then grabbed a small blue notebook where he recorded the needs of wealthy ts and walked over to the sofa to study it ily.

  The Fatty, wearing rubber gloves on his right hand and holding a cloth in his left, raying er on the desk and nodded, "Doctor, take your time. I'll call you once I'm done wiping the desk."

  "Mm-hmm."

  Jiang g leaned bad closed his eyes to rest as the coffee exploded on his tongue.

  Instant coffee costing 1.5 per bag no longer satisfied his refiaste buds.

  Acc to his eic status, he shouldn’t have the right to enjoy this top-tier coffee from Ethiopia.

  This was a gift from Pi Ruan.

  His fridge was also filled with oodies he had sent him.

  The Fatty, admiring the marble-patterned beef, clicked his tongue and said that he'd seen simir beef at the Yellow e Tower, sold by the gram.

  Jiang g waved his hand and ordered, "We’ll have pan-fried beef cubes for lunch."

  "Doctor," the Fatty, wiping the back of a chair, turned and curiously asked, "Is something good happening today? You seem to be in a great mood."

  Jiang g thought for a moment and then looked at the Fatty with a very serious expression, "Tonight, I'm going to do something."

  "Something very important," he emphasized.

  The Fatty’s cheerful expression immediately dropped, and his face became serious.

  His mood wasn’t as good as it appeared; in fact, he had chosen tet what had happened earlier and the strange guesses that followed.

  For problems that couldn’t be solved, or even uood, the Fatty’s approach was to set them aside for now—after all, life had to go on.

  He hesitated for a while, then spoke cautiously, "Doctor, are you pnning to gh that door tonight?"

  Although he khe doctor probably wouldn’t accept his suggestion, after much deliberatioill said, "Doctor, I suggest you rest well and not rush. I feel... I feel some things from the nightmare still o—"

  "It has nothing to do with the nightmare, it's my own issue," Jiang g said, taking another small sip of coffee, squinting his eyes as he let out a rexed moan, "Ah~~"

  The Fatty: "..."

  "Do you need me to do anything?" he asked tentatively.

  Jiang g didn’t even look at him, closing his book and gazing out the door. He shook his head and said, "No, just stay at home."

  "Uood, doctor."

  Acc to the iy of the nightmare, Jiang g had just escaped it st night, so he wouldn’t be drawn into it again tonight.

  Of course, if they had the clue-filled neer from before, it would be a different story.

  They already khat was a way to iionally ehe nightmare.

  But even if he wao, it was impossible now sihey didn’t have anything on them.

  The only clue-filled neer had already been used up by the doctor.

  The entire day passed in a retively rexed atmosphere. It seemed that those who had experienightmares truly learned how to enjoy life.

  trary to the Fatty’s initial expectation, during the waiting time before entering the nightmare, Jiang g didn’t bee numb with fear, losing hope in life and turning into a puddle of mud. Instead, he found it more meaningful than before.

  At least, that’s how it was for the doctor.

  He was busy: first helping the doctor the room, fixing the broken bookshelves and chairs in the office, then anizing the tangled wires and seg them with blunt nails and insuting tape.

  Lastly, he made sure the doctor had a banced diet.

  The only downside was that the pan-fried beef cubes for lunch were deyed until dinner due to some unavoidable factors.

  Jiang g, in a hurry, stuck a piece of beef into his mouth, barely able to hide his frown from the heat, but he rarely ented on the food.

  But judging by his expression, the doctor was very satisfied with the dinner.

  Otherwise, he would have at least made a few remarks.

  "Fatty," Jiang g squinted, leaning ba the sofa, and called out to the Fatty, who was busy i, "Just sear the remaining beef on both sides; I want it rare."

  He paused and added, "Don’t waste such good ingredients."

  "Maybe you should just eat it raw, doctor," the Fatty shot back, "Anyway, we don’t have sea salt or bck pepper. There's half a bag of spicy sauce left, you could eat it with that."

  Uhe Fatty's care, Jiang g's plexion had improved a lot retly. For dinner, he didoo much, leaving a little food on his pte after reag about 70-80% full.

  After ting the remaining beef cubes, he went to the kit and ied the fridge.

  After the Fatty finished his tasks, he yawned and thought about taking a nap upstairs. But as soon as he reached upstairs and y down, the surrounding dark feeling made him shiver.

  He couldn’t help but imagihe possibility of being dragged into a nightmare while asleep, and his ces of survival.

  For the Fatty, nightmares were a very mysterious cept. If he had to pare them to something, he thought they were a little like flying in an airpne.

  The ce of being dragged into a nightmare tonight was as low as the ce of an airpne crashing.

  But ohat premise came true, his ces of survival would also be as slim as the survival rate of a pne crash.

  With that thought, the Fatty wisely rolled up his b, carried it downstairs, id it on the sofa, and y fag the doctor.

  From this position, he could clearly see the doctor.

  He immediately felt much safer.

  After multiple reminders from the doctor, he now made sure to cover his neck with the b while sleeping. Acc to the doctor, this would give him a better ce tle if someoried to break his neck.

  "Doctor," the Fatty’s lower face was buried in the b, and his voice was muffled, "It’s not good to do vigorous exercise after eating," he kindly advised, "I had a cssmate who died that way."

  Jiang g, who was doing push-ups with one hand, jerked and nearly spped the floor with his face, then stood up, tilted his neck, and stared at the Fatty in fusion.

  (End of the Chapter)

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