When she awoke, Xia Lu was slightly bewildered, with even more emptiness. It took her a long while sitting up to realize where she was.
The dream from last night had been real, although it had been two and a half years, it still felt like yesterday. Initially, she also had dreams about Luo Fan, but those were nightmares where the ship they were on would capsize in the ocean, Luo Fan would get knocked unconscious, and she would shrink in the cold hospital corridor, begging heaven to give him a break, a repetition of past events. Today's dream, however, was completely different. Even though Luo Fan disappeared in the second half as usual, the part before was filled with happiness. Even in her dream, she could clearly feel it was real.
What's more important was that she could hardly remember the "herself" from the dream.
