"Oh? What kind of dream did you have?" The master stroked my head, smiling at me. Actually, I really liked it when the master touched my head, it felt like being doted on.
I told the master about the realistic dream I just had. The reason I said it was realistic is because I even felt pain when pinching myself, and the choking sensation from the old woman strangling me felt so real too.
"Hehe, is that so." After listening, the master chuckled and fell silent, looking quite happy about it.
"Master, why are you laughing? What exactly does this dream mean?" I scratched my head, not understanding why the master seemed happy after hearing about my dream, so I asked him.
"It's nothing, nothing. You'll understand in time. Come on, I've already prepared lunch. You should at least eat something to fill your stomach." The master patted my shoulder, pulling me up, and then changed the subject, not continuing any further.
