She wanted to wake from her dream, but she couldn't bear to let go of the man on her, nor the inexplicable flutter of her heart at that moment...
However, something was different today; the process seemed to last longer than last night.
When it was over, the man got up and left without any hesitation.
Only Su Yan was left, lying weakly on the bed, staring at the pitch-black ceiling.
...
"My life's most beautiful scene is encountering you. Gazing at you silently amidst the vast crowd, unfamiliar yet familiar... Even if time and identities change, I hope to recognize your eyes. Where will you be a thousand years later, and what scenery will be beside you? Our story is not beautiful, yet it's so unforgettable..."
At seven in the morning, Su Yan's alarm clock went off on time.
She lay quietly in bed and did not reach out to turn off the alarm.
In fact, she had woken up an hour ago and had been lying with her eyes open ever since.
She couldn't describe how she felt; she had had the same spring dream for two nights.
Could it be that she really missed a man that much?
But who was the man in the dream, and why did he feel so real...
Su Yan realized that after two nights of intimacy, she seemed to have fallen for the man in her dreams...
Thinking about it seemed absurd; she had actually developed feelings for a fictional character.
She laughed at herself wryly, got out of bed, changed the wet sheets, took a shower, and started another day of work.
Her condition got even worse that day.
She taught the grappling techniques she had already taught several times, earning frequent, complex glances from Little Bao.
That afternoon she didn't go to the clinic since it wasn't her shift. She returned to her apartment early and lay down to sleep, hoping to dream of the man again, but she didn't.
By evening, Su Yan was anxious and afraid to go to sleep.
She was both looking forward to it and afraid of it.
If she dreamed of it again, she would definitely suspect that her bed was haunted by a ghost.
But who was this ghost, and why didn't he dare to appear in front of her, only in her dreams?
She thought if she had this spring dream again tonight, then tomorrow she would find a highly respected monk to capture this ghost and teach him a harsh lesson, and then...