Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 132

Chapter 132: A Pill of Regret

Shan Chong slept soundly on his own, though he wasn't the type to fall asleep instantly and stay that way until dawn.

After Wei Zhi came into his life, she became like a comforting pillow for a child, allowing him to sleep until late morning...

Usually, he'd open his eyes around seven or eight, gather the young woman who had rolled to various corners of the bed back into his arms, then close his eyes for another nap.

He no longer had those strange, kaleidoscopic dreams.

Dreams often reflect life's greatest regrets or allow us to glimpse those we miss dearly—as if briefly obtaining our heart's desire in a parallel world.

Upon waking, the lingering effects, treating symptoms but not the cause, leave one feeling even worse.

Shan Chong hadn't dreamed of standing on the competition platform for a long time.

Previously, he often dreamed of the PyeongChang Winter Olympics, reliving his second and third jumps.

In these dreams, instead of choosing a flat spin 2160, he opted for a cork axis 1800. He'd land it successfully and ascend the podium amidst cheers in various languages...

Strangely enough, he hadn't initially felt that his setback at the PyeongChang Olympics was particularly significant.

In retrospect, he realized it was because he naively believed he still had plenty of time and would have another Winter Olympics ahead.

After retiring, he frequently dreamed of his final competition.

In these dreams, he didn't make mistakes; he won medals and submitted a satisfactory answer to his country, coaches, and himself as an athlete.

He almost thought he'd never escape these nightmares.

Until this night, on the second day of his return to Changbai Mountain, he had another dream.

In the dream, he wore clothes similar to those of countless training teams, with the five-starred red flag embroidered on his arm and chest.

He stood at the starting gate, waiting to begin.

The stands were full of spectators, and the official language of the venue's broadcast was Chinese.

They announced, "Now entering, Shan Chong, representing China in the snowboard big air event."

It wasn't PyeongChang—for the first time in his dreams, he was at the Beijing Winter Olympics.

Under the blue sky, the white snow reflected a shimmering light onto his goggles. He gripped the starting gate's railing, the cold metal feeling real against his hand.

Wang Xin inexplicably appeared behind him, arms crossed, saying, "Don't take risks. Stay steady, and you can win a medal."

He replied, "Oh."

As he bent down to adjust his bindings once more, thunderous applause erupted from the spectator stands.

He prepared to start amidst this ovation...

And then he woke up.

When he awoke, it wasn't yet fully light outside.

Snow had begun to fall on Changbai Mountain, the flakes making soft sounds as they hit the window.

The cold wind outside couldn't penetrate the room; the hotel's heating was more than adequate, almost too warm.

Beneath the fluffy down comforter, the young woman slept restlessly—