The probability is smaller than you winning the first prize a hundred times in a row!
Peering through the train window, Lin Xian admired the boundless desert for a while before withdrawing his gaze.
Initially, it felt intriguing to watch, but after a long time, it seemed too monotonous.
This desert is the manifestation of the pre-conscious space within the dream.
"Snap!"
He snapped his fingers lightly.
As the crisp sound of the snap fell, a steaming, aromatic cup of coffee appeared on the table in front of him.
Picking up the coffee, Lin Xian sipped it slowly, while a magazine had somehow appeared in his other hand.
He leisurely sipped his coffee and flipped through the magazine, passing the tedious time.
In fact, these are all the materializations of objects stored in his memory.
In dreams, one doesn't have a sense of taste, but Lin Xian could savor the rich aroma of the coffee.
