An Xiaoning nodded and answered, "Yes, I dreamed of myself too. It's a bad sign."
If she were someone else, Jin Qingyan would have just told her that it was merely a bad dream. However, he knew that her dreams were rarely false alarms.
"What did you dream of?"
"I dreamed that I was sprinting continuously to nowhere, and I bumped into you later on. My head was bleeding, and you even smiled at me," said An Xiaoning, appearing ill at ease.
Jin Qingyan's temples began to throb and he asked, "Really?"
"Absolutely. You didn't say a word at all. I couldn't tell if it was you or Henry, but I was calling your name in the dream," said An Xiaoning.
"It might either be me or Henry. You might have called my name because you didn't know that I had become Henry. Or perhaps you did but you were just too used to calling me by my name. Or maybe we're just the same person. Henry is just a small part of me."
