On the bus the next day, Chen Yuan sat next to Xia Xinyu but his thoughts were on another woman the entire time.
Xiao Xinyu.
Yes, it was Xia Xinyu's "Xiao Xinyu" skin.
When is it going on sale? Gotta buy it all up!
Xia Xinyu, on the other hand, was pondering over a bizarre dream she had last night, and upon recalling it, felt something subtly odd about it.
In the dream, she was accompanying a brother and his girlfriend to a wedding dress shop, where they tried on suits and wedding dresses, and she, a flower girl's dress.
It seemed to be something from fourth grade when she was only ten years old; the wedding was held in the Shaoxiang urban area, so the bridal shop was also in the city district.
It was a deeply engraved memory from the past, yet Chen Yuan had somehow made his way into the dream.
Back then, she clearly remembered being slightly upset because she had wanted a dress that the neighbor girl had but she did not, and in the end, she only got a hair clip.
