That night, Fei Chuan couldn't sleep well. The room's temperature was cool, thanks to the air conditioner, yet he was sweating as he lay on the bed.
His eyes were closed, his brows tightly furrowed.
In his dream, the necklace he had held earlier that afternoon gleamed brightly in an extravagant jewelry box. He stood in a lavishly decorated room and heard himself say, "This will suit her."
Then, the scene shifted.
Magnificent lights illuminated the space, an orchestra played in the background, and guests with blurry faces came to greet him. Their words were unclear, as were his responses. He made his way across the crowd, and when he turned, he finally saw her.
Among the blurry figures fading in the background, she was the only one who remained vivid.
She was wearing a vibrant red dress, turning to leave the crowded hall. He instinctively followed her.
"Bei Sangyun," he heard himself call out to her.
