"You better not talk nonsense, she's still a young lady!"
Yang Muxue spoke with feigned annoyance, "You can't let this get out! Otherwise, no one would want to marry her!"
"I don't even know her, where would I go to blab?"
Chen Ziyang shrugged, "But having the same dream repeatedly isn't necessarily a sickness, it could also be 'pining for something by day, dreaming of it by night'."
"It's not that, her dream is different from mine!"
Yang Muxue had become accustomed to Chen Ziyang's liberties with her, and her voice had steadied considerably: "My dreams are just dreams, but she... from what she says, every day when she wakes up, she feels like her body is falling apart! It's as if the things that happened in her dreams really happened!"
Perhaps sensing Chen Ziyang's skepticism, Yang Muxue continued, "I know what you're thinking, but she installed a camera in her room and indeed, no one has shown up!"
Hearing this, Chen Ziyang also felt it was somewhat eerie.
