She didn’t dream of the details as clearly as she did in previous dreams; instead, scenes flashed through her mind rapidly like a revolving lantern.
All the images were of moments between the boy and the girl, from their initial confrontations and teasing, to their relationship softening and becoming subtly emotional, and finally... to developing mutual affection.
Even though she was an outsider, she felt like an insider, experiencing every bit of what was happening inside.
Strange scenes, yet so familiar.
She could feel the boy’s happiness, the once silent and gloomy boy gradually opening his heart. Even though he couldn’t see the shore, his handsome face always wore a smile, his lips curved upwards, bright and captivating.
The girl’s heart was also happy, but her happiness always carried a faint sadness.
She smiled tenderly and brightly in front of the boy, but when she turned around, she was silent and sad.
Her sadness deeply affected her, and she unknowingly became sad too.
Who exactly is she? Why can she always influence her emotions? And that boy, who is he? Why does she always dream of him?
She tried hard to open her eyes, wanting to see who exactly the boy and girl were.
The vision gradually zoomed in, moving closer and closer to their faces. The boy and girl’s faces seemed familiar, especially the girl.
Fair skin, big eyes, a pretty face — isn’t this... isn’t this her?
No, to be correct, it was... her at eighteen, young, vibrant, and dazzling.
Dong Xin Yan’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Even though... she had once suspected she was the girl in her dreams, to truly confirm it still shocked her profoundly.
She... was this girl. Then who was the boy?
Her heart began to leap uncontrollably, and there was a longing deep down, but even more so, an inexplicable fear. She didn’t even know what she was afraid of, yet her body gradually stiffened. The source of thɪs content is NoveI[F]ire.net
Her pupils turned very slowly, very slowly, and she swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then looked at the boy. Just as his face became clear, her body gave a sudden jolt, and her eyes snapped open; she awoke.
Dong Xin Yan lay in bed, her gaze vacant, covered in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.
She stared blankly into the pitch-black space before her, staring for a long time before slowly coming to. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was ice-cold.
Dong Xin Yan walked out of the bedroom unsteadily. She originally intended to go to the kitchen for a glass of water, but when passing through the living room, she saw Cheng Ziyang’s tall figure squeezed onto the sofa asleep. His long arms and legs couldn’t stretch out straight, and half of his blanket had already fallen to the floor.
These days, has he been sleeping ?
Dong Xin Yan’s Heart felt a slight warmth, mixed with some ache. She turned her steps and slowly walked towards him.
She bent down, picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and was just about to cover him with it again when his eyelashes suddenly fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Cheng Ziyang’s eyes still carried the daze of waking. He stared at her for three seconds, his gaze gradually clearing, "Xinxin?"
As he spoke, he propped himself up and sat up, then slightly furrowed his brows in worry, "Why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare again?"