C905 Dream

The Liang Family Home.

Third-floor bay window.

Five-year-old Han was nestled in his mother's arms, being fed while occasionally glancing at the little boy nearby, speaking in a sweet, childish voice.

"Mommy, who is that?"

Qisheng stood in the corner, watching the scene from afar, his eyes dark and unreadable.

This was a dream.

His dream.

No one knew better than him