That night, Shi Nuan had that dream about the boy in white again.
But this time, it wasn’t her walking towards him, but the boy walking towards her.
She still couldn’t clearly see the boy’s features, his face shrouded in a light mist, dreamy and illusory.
But the scent he carried was as familiar as ever.
She stood there, watching him, asking as she had many times before, "Who are you? What’s your name?"
The contours of the boy’s eyes suddenly became clear. What kind of eyes were those?
Dark, profound, and deep, as if they held a vast night sky, endless at a glance.
Suddenly, the boy spoke, his voice tinged with melancholy, "Don’t you remember me?"
He said, "Nuannuan, don’t you remember me?"
She was panic-stricken, at a loss for words, and then suddenly, the boy let out a sorrowful sigh.
In the next second, crimson tears of blood slipped from his pitch-black eyes.
Shi Nuan was startled, letting out a scream, and immediately opened her eyes wide.
A flurry of rapid footsteps rushed over from the bathroom, and she felt her arm being grabbed, a man’s warm yet slightly anxious voice sounded in her ear —
"Nuannuan, what’s wrong?"
Shi Nuan was stunned, her eyelashes trembling as she looked up, meeting a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes.
Those eyes reminded her of the dream, and not yet fully recovered from it, she unconsciously reached out, touching his eyes.
She spoke softly, almost in a whisper, "It’s you..."
Song Yansheng didn’t know what was going on with Shi Nuan, he clasped her slightly cold hand, gently calling again, "Nuannuan, did you have a dream?"
Shi Nuan’s eyes trembled, finally realizing it was Song Yansheng before her.
She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowering her eyes, her expression bewildered.
Song Yansheng looked at Shi Nuan’s expression and asked again, "Nuannuan, did you... dream of me?"
Shi Nuan bit her lip, unsure of how to respond.
She didn’t even know who she had dreamed of, her mind in a whirl.
Besides, it wasn’t a good dream, not easy to admit.
Song Yansheng seemed to sigh, saying, "Regardless, I managed to make it into your dream, that’s a good start..."
Shi Nuan looked at him, his tone gentle, his whole expression gentle too.
Moreover, he seemed convinced that the person in Shi Nuan’s dream was indeed him!
Shi Nuan wanted to explain, but how could she?
This dream had troubled her for years, and the boy in her dream was in white clothing...
How long had she known Song Yansheng? How could it even be him?
But if Song Yansheng knew, he might get angry.
Shi Nuan took a breath and said, "Second Uncle, you... you’re back!"
The sky was already light; whether Song Yansheng had returned last night or just now, she wasn’t really sure.
Song Yansheng smiled, pinching her soft cheek, "Yes, I’m back... back by Nuannuan’s side!"
Shi Nuan bit her lip, a faint blush gradually appearing on her previously pale face.
Song Yansheng smiled, saying, "You stay and rest for a while, I’ll go wash up and come back to keep you company, okay... hmm?"
Shi Nuan was momentarily stunned and then noticed that the man sitting in front of her was actually naked.
Even worse, he wore nothing but a pair of nearly-soaked underwear, with outlines beneath the wet fabric becoming extremely evident...