Madam Zhou felt like she was in a long dream, from her youth, through her growth, to this very moment; once, a handsome young gentleman appeared in her most beautiful years, then disappeared, and finally returned to find her.
Is it a dream?
Opening her eyes, Madam Zhou saw the familiar canopy, turned her head, and sat up in bed wrapped in a blanket, looking around.
The empty room was only occupied by her, no one else, no other presence.
It really was just a dream.
Madam Zhou let out a bitter laugh, but tears fell onto the embroidered quilt. That dream was truly beautiful, but, alas, a dream is, after all, a dream, and one must wake up from it.
"Meiniang."
Madam Zhou's body stiffened, covering her ears. Even in a dream, she went so far as to hear his voice.
"Meiniang, you're awake!"
Along with the voice, came the sound of hurried footsteps. Madam Zhou felt a blur before her eyes as someone quickly walked over and sat by the bed.
