He finally saw her in his dream. Mr. Qian wept even more violently; it was truly a strange thing. He had thought of his daughter countless times, yet this child, always demanding his debts, had never appeared in his dreams. Now that he finally saw her in a dream, Mr. Qian didn't dare to move, not even to blink his eyes.
He was afraid that if he woke up from the dream, everything would disappear.
Unexpectedly, Xinghua walked forward, her face red with shyness, and said, "Dad, why did you drive Brother Tianliang away?"
His daughter spoke so clearly; the dream felt incredibly lifelike, almost like reality.
Just as Mr. Qian was about to step forward to take a closer look at his daughter, the next moment, it seemed as though something pushed him aside, and he was shocked to see another version of himself standing in the yard.
That was him when he was younger, dressed in a washed-out cadres uniform with a pen clipped to it.
