The scene in the dream seemed familiar. Although she couldn't recall where it was, it was very familiar, truly very familiar, as if she had been there before.
And the man in the dream, she seemed to have seen him before, but she just couldn't remember.
Whenever she thought of that man, her heart couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and tears would uncontrollably fall.
Wen Xiao'ai pursed her lips, lying on the office desk, with her arms under her head, her entire being submerged in sadness.
Perhaps because she had been dreaming all night last night and shed many tears, her eyes were very sore. Wen Xiao'ai fell asleep while lying there, but soon woke up again, only to close her eyes once more.
The entire morning, she was in a state of half-sleep, half-awake, very sleepy, but unable to sleep for more than a few minutes.
