Somehow, three years passed. Ever since that mysterious dream, three years passed by in a flash. In those three years, Xiao Lin no longer had any similar dreams, and he slowly started to stop talking about it. After all, he was not someone who tended to daydream.
His job was not bad, and his position and salary was constantly increasing. Even though he was still far away from being a true white collar elite, Xiao Lin was someone who knew how to be content with what he had. According to his plans, after two years, when he had a bit more money, and with the help of his family, he planned on buying a house in the suburbs and making the down payment. Then, he would be like most of the homeowners in the country, paying for the mortgage every month.
