"In my dream, I was petty and miserable, and I almost went crazy over inexplicable things.
"My family and friends left me, and the important people I met later died because of me.
"There was no one beside me. I was the only one left, struggling on my deathbed.
"Finally, on my 21st birthday, I wanted to go out for a walk at night and died in a car accident."
After Xing Jiuan finished speaking using a few simple words, the man opposite her did not seem to have any reaction.
"Your working attitude is very bad." Xing Jiuan frowned.
"I'm sorry," the man apologized softly.
"Do you think your life has changed?
"Or rather, do you believe in your dream more than your reality?"
"My life now is different from in my dream."
"About this…"
"However, recently, I've been dreaming intermittently about that dream."
Xing Jiuan rubbed her brows. "I feel very uncomfortable. I don't want to dream anymore.
