What kind of dream was this?
Someone's psychological shadow?
In the desert or in the city?
Gu Ran moved among the crowds, paying attention to the caravan about to enter the desert, hoping to gather some information from the conversations.
Suddenly, someone poked his waist from behind.
What he feared in reality, he couldn't escape in his dreams; Gu Ran shivered and immediately turned around.
Before him was a striking woman, her face half-covered and robed, yet her regal air was undeniable.
Gu Ran smelled a familiar fragrance.
"Mrs. Xiang?" he ventured.
The woman lifted her veil halfway, revealing a complexion as fair as lard, smiled enchantingly at him, and then covered her face again.
"Why are you dreaming of me again, young man?" Yan Han Xiang's voice carried a hint of delight.
"Perhaps it's you, Mrs. Xiang, who are dreaming of me." Gu Ran was also in good spirits.
Although he was clueless about the nature of the dream, meeting here was always a pleasant thing.
