Wen Ran sniffled, upset again at the thought of the dream. Her voice carried a hint of hesitation and stiffness, "Dad just took me to your side, and you haven't held my hand, when suddenly a bullet flew into your body..."
By the end of her sentence, Wen Ran's eyes were sparkling with tears.
Mo Xiuchen replied with a smile, "Silly girl, it was just a dream, the opposite of reality."
"Hmm, you're right, dreams and reality are opposites. Xiuchen, I suddenly don't want to have the wedding ceremony anymore."
It's not that Wen Ran didn't want the ceremony, she was just afraid. Although she verbally agreed that dreams and reality were opposites, in her heart, she didn't think so. She had always been haunted by one dream from childhood to adulthood, where the scenes in the dream were her own experiences.
And now, she was very afraid that the scenes from her dreams would one day come true...
"Why?"
Mo Xiuchen asked gently.
