Shang Kaiwen jolted awake from her bed, sitting up with her hands tightly clutching the pajamas over her chest, the suffocation from just moments ago still left her feeling breathless.
The small nightlight on the bedside table quietly emitted a soft glow, and she slowly leaned against the headboard.
After drinking a glass of water.
Thinking back to that dream, her heart was still fluttering.
Everything in the dream seemed like reality, so real that it was hard for her to doubt: the sense of superiority as she looked down upon everyone, how all the wealthy and powerful people bowed and scraped to her, all the prosperous connections opening their doors for her, as if everything was within easy reach.
She was that supreme ruler, the illustrious creator of the Shang Family, even omnipotent. That bizarre dream still made her heart race.
The dream was the world she wanted.
Could it really be that 'what one thinks during the day, one dreams of at night'?
