C27 The Prelude
With a gasp, Chen Yu bolted upright and touched his cheek in astonishment.
"Was that an illusion?"
His brow furrowed, Chen Yu ran his palm over his face, eyes slightly closed, as if trying to recapture the fleeting, mysterious sensation that had just brushed against his skin.
A warmth both familiar and foreign was fading from his nerves.
"It must have been a dream."
Lowering his hand