After Wang Yue Lan fell asleep, she found herself inexplicably in a familiar scene.
She was sitting in front of her dressing table, and when she looked in the mirror, she saw herself dressed in a red wedding gown, looking young, in her early twenties.
Looking around, the room was unfamiliar yet familiar, decked out in festive decorations. She realized suddenly that it was her wedding day.
The scene jumped forward unexpectedly. It was late at night and the wedding guests had disappeared. A blurry figure of a man entered the room and smiled gently at her standing by the bed, "My dear, you must be tired. I will paint you a picture. You look so beautiful today; I must capture this moment."
Automatically, Wang Yue Lan imagined the man to be her late husband who had passed away years ago. She retorted, "What are you talking about? You dropped out of junior high and your handwriting is as bad as a dog's. Since when did you know how to paint?... Ah, it's you?!"
