Gu Xijiu was speechless. However, even though he liked to sweet talk her, she did not find it annoying. Was she not supposed to hate all men?
She tried to think clearly. "Di Fuyi, are you manipulating my dream?" She seemed to be thinking of something. "People used to say that we aren't conscious when we are dreaming, but I have been continuously having the same dream, and every time you would show up in my dream. Tell me, are you trying to control me so that I will save you from prison? Are you trying to give me this "so-called" memory so that I will have mercy on you…?"
The more she said it, the more she felt that she was right. When she finished her sentence, she sounded very cold. She had always thought that the dream was somewhat unusual. It did not seem like a real dream but instead felt like she was being manipulated.
