Wu Jian stood fully upright as he looked at Wu Yong. He was so glad that he had opted to wear his mask. Not only had this precaution protected his identity, but Wu Yong wouldn’t see the conflicted expression he had.
“Wu Yong…”
“Couldn’t sleep either?” asked Wu Yong.
Wu Jian smiled even though he knew the other man couldn’t see it. “Just some nightmares.”
It was the same nightmare as always. His family accusing him of abandoning them, of being weak. He had more or less gotten used to it, but they still caused him to wake up in a cold sweat. He had merely adapted to getting up earlier.
Wu Yong’s smile turned bitter. “Ah, so you get those too.”
“You too?”
What could Wu Yong have nightmares about? The person he had known back when they were still kids would never get nightmares about an
