It indeed was a strange dream, neither a sweet dream nor a nightmare.
Yu Wenwen also sighed, dreams and reality are indeed opposites, where what reality denies her, dreams belittle.
Both of them spent the whole night dreaming, woke up feeling tired as if they hadn't rested at all.
Lin Shu got up and heated a cup of milk for herself and another for Yu Wenwen, handed it to her, and started talking about the dream she had the previous night.
"I had a strange dream yesterday, I dreamt of a doll calling me mother."
Yu Wenwen said: "Who knows, it might actually be the child in your belly giving you a dream."
"I also had messy dreams all night yesterday, and again, I dreamt of that man. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I've already given up on him, so why would I dream of him?"
