Seeing that she still wouldn't speak, Rong Shaoze was losing his patience.
"Lin Xinlan, you better tell the truth. I don't want to always guess what you're thinking, nor do I want you to keep things from me."
That was his overbearing nature, he had to figure out anything he couldn't control.
Lin Xinlan remained silent, looking down she thought for a moment and said, "It was just a dream last night …"
"What dream?" he asked, puzzled.
"Actually, it wasn't a big deal, it was just that I dreamt of… my deceased grandmother, she made the sweet fermented rice balls I love to eat for me…"
She had been gone for many years, and I can't even remember what she looked like.
But she was very fond of me, treated me the best, and often made sweet fermented rice balls for me to eat…
It's been a long time since I've eaten the rice balls she made, and also… it's been many, many years since I've had a dream of her…"
Lin Xinlan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she spoke with a faint sadness.
