Yin Sufan casually touched the clouds she was sitting on, feeling the handiwork with her touch. The taste of her hands was really good, truly a thrilling sensation.
I thought it was that enjoyable until suddenly dark clouds gathered, looming ominously above Yin Sufan's head.
Treasure.
As if struck by lightning, it was nature's kiss to Yin Uncle. There was no chance to hide, no possibility to evade, as Yin Xiaoying awaited the careful splitting of her skin with anticipation.
Thunder.
Yin Sufan was thunderstruck, and she immediately woke up.
Upon opening her eyes, everything around her seemed unfamiliar, as if it wasn't her own room.
Yin Sufan reacted instantly. It turned out to be a dream. She just realized she wasn't actually struck by lightning and was startled.
Tired fingers, on the discovery path; the sensation of something soft falling off her feet was rather satisfying, similar to occasionally encountering oneself, like touching clouds.
