Chapter 350: Chapter 324 Pretty Young Man
At this point, Ji Sang finally understood why Min Yunwen had been especially opposed and even resistant to her investigating the events of sixteen years ago on her own.
Because he had done it himself, he got hurt, nearly destroying his career, and spent two years living a life worse than death.
Ji Sang didn’t know what to say.
She just hoped that, after returning, Min Yunwen’s surgery would proceed smoothly.
Only after Min Yunwen’s condition improved a bit did Ji Sang return to her own room. But, sleep eluded her. The sea was as calm during the day as it was turbulent at night.
The weather started to turn for the worse.
Outside, a torrential rain began to fall, the seawater slapped against the ship, rocking it, no wonder Min Yunwen’s hand was in such pain.
Ji Sang stared into the darkness outside the window, her mind rapidly flashing through scenes that had appeared in her dreams before.
The same clamping down, the same darkness, the same suffocating feeling.
Ji Sang’s mouth slightly opened as she gasped for air, her hand reaching to touch her own left chest, feeling the overly rapid beating of her heart, she knew that she was likely to have dreams again tonight.
In a dazed state, she persisted for a long time but eventually couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep.
This time, the dream Ji Sang had was unexpected.
The scene was her playing with a group of children in a yard full of yellow mud, playing hide and seek, eagle catches the chicks, tug-of-war… those were their only forms of entertainment.
In the dream, Xiao Feng always followed behind her, standing on her side no matter what game they played.
Even the adults at the orphanage had their kind moments, giving them snacks and toys.
They saw unfamiliar uncles and aunties, greeting them politely, just like playing with other children and their parents, they played with the uncles and aunties.
She heard that lady reporter’s voice.
“Can I call you Ah Shang, is that okay?”
So tender, so gentle…
There were no thunderstorms, no black little houses.
Then she saw a handsome little brother.
Different from other children, this little brother was dressed clean, very good-looking, but he was always silent, frowning tightly, looking much like an adult.
She ran over to greet the little brother but was stopped by someone.
The scene shifted, and suddenly they were in an endless desert, a woman in the desert holding a camera.
When Ji Sang woke up, she was in a trance, not knowing what time it was. Her mind was a blank slate, as if she had been left in a desolate place, alone for a very long time.
No sound, no wind, only the scorching sun.
Ji Sang panted, glancing outside the window.
She reached out to grab her cell phone, 4 A.M.
Ji Sang sat up, her head throbbing, her throat parched.
This dream wasn’t scary at all, and yet she felt extraordinarily tired.
Ji Sang’s body reacted, feeling a bit seasick.
She quickly took the seasickness medicine that Fu Yisi had prepared for her from the first aid kit and swallowed it dry.
Then she sat listlessly on the bed, beginning to think somewhat erratically.
The Xiao Feng in her dreams was Yi Feng.
The reporter auntie in her dreams was Aunt Fu Zhixing.
Who was the handsome little brother in the dream?
Just how much more had she forgotten?
What was the connection of this little boy, who had only appeared in her dreams twice, to the events of the past?
And, one thing she still didn’t understand to this day was why, after she was adopted, the orphanage quickly dispersed.