Wang Baiqiang hurriedly climbed to his feet. After calming down for quite a while, he recalled everything he had seen and heard in the dream, pondering over every single word in detail, afraid of overlooking something.
Qin Yang had not instructed him to do anything special. He had merely told him to sleep more whenever he had nothing to do.
Looking at the Dharma Idol Book, which had not changed in the slightest, Wang Baiqiang suddenly had an idea.
Even if Qin Yang had not said so, he planned to try sleeping again later.
In all these years, this had been the most comfortable sleep he had ever had. Although he had encountered Qin Yang in the dream and been teased halfway through their conversation, at least in that dream, he had been himself.
To Wang Baiqiang, that was more important than anything.
For a long time now, he had not dared to sleep and had resisted resting. The dark circles beneath his eyes were so deep they had still not faded. He feared that one day, while asleep, he would experience someone else's life and truly become that person after waking up.
He flipped through the Dharma Idol Book over and over, never tiring of it, as though he could keep turning its pages for an entire year without growing weary. In the past, he had never particularly liked looking at this thing.
"There really isn't a new story, and I didn't become someone else. I'm still me."
Only after flipping through it for quite some time did Wang Baiqiang reluctantly put away the Dharma Idol Book. The Captain had said so much. Though he had not specifically told him to do anything major, there were still things that needed doing.
From what the Captain had said, it seemed