The two stood frozen on the bustling street for a long moment, the clamor of the world around them seeming to fade into a distant hum. The shock of the shared dream was like an invisible wall, separating them from the ordinary flow of life.
Finally, Yun Lintian took a deep breath, forcing a calm he didn't feel. He squeezed Xia Yao's cold hand gently.
"Maybe... maybe it's just a coincidence?" he said, his voice sounding weak even to his own ears. "We've probably both been under too much pressure studying lately, and we happened to watch similar movies or read similar books without realizing it."
Xia Yao looked at him, her beautiful eyes still clouded with unease. She knew, just as he did, that this was no simple coincidence. The details were too precise, the emotions too vivid. But the alternative was too strange, too frightening to contemplate.
She nodded slowly, a hesitant agreement. "Yes... it must be a coincidence. Let's... let's not think about it anymore."
