"I really don't need it; it takes up too much space at home."
"It's too expensive."
"Moreover, this..."
"I will only wear it once in my lifetime, after all..."
So, it was such a dream.
In that dream, at that age, the two of them still hadn't escaped 'poverty', and Xia Xinyu, ever the thrifty homemaker, remained so down-to-earth. The dream was so vivid, so immersive, that it gave a compelling sense of reality...
Suppressing a smile, Chen Yuan fought the urge to burst out laughing.
If he hadn't seen the future, he would actually think this was nothing more than sleep talk.
After all, Chen Yuan had heard someone shout 'severely disabled!' during a lunch break, startling awake half the boys in the class.
So, not all dreams are wildly imaginative.
This kind of realistic sleep talk is quite normal.
