Chapter 45 "The Future" So she had thought about it too. —Zhang Lurang --- The night was thick as ink, with countless stars dotting the sky. Inside the room, the hum of the air conditioner was unusually loud in the quiet. Beside the bed, the clock’s second hand ticked, making a soft, rhythmic sound. A nightmare had him trapped, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free. The words spoken in the dream were like poisoned needles, stabbing into his heart one by one. The poison…