Song Wen sat up in shock, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe, soaking his nightwear. His mind was foggy as he looked around, unable to see his wife's figure, and he couldn't help but cry out anxiously: "Xiuyun, Xiuyun!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
His wife, Li Xiuyun, walked into the room: "What are you shouting about so early in the morning?"
"Early in the morning?"
Song Wen was taken aback, looking out the window he found that it was already daylight, and his face turned even paler.
His wife noticed something was wrong with him: "What's wrong?"
"I, I..."
Song Wen took a breath, and after a while, he spoke: "I dreamed of my father again!"
"Dreamed of him again?"
His wife looked at him with a strange expression: "What did he say to you?"
"He didn't say anything."
Song Wen shook his head, speaking with lingering fear: "He just gave me a severe beating."
"Beat you?"
His wife looked him up and down, then bluntly concluded: "You must be dreaming nonsense?"
"..."
