Song Zhiqing kept wiping the cold sweat dripping down. This dream was far from ordinary, too real, as if it truly existed, as if he had personally experienced it.
It was a life completely different from now.
How could this be?
Song Zhiqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began thinking about the dream. Some things overlapped with reality; Bai Shuilian appeared genuinely, didn't she?
However, some things did not exist, such as in the dream, the elder Song Zhiyuan didn't have the second son, Brother Dan; the second did not have Yuanyuan, nor did he have the Noble Concubine Shen; even Buhui, that monk, never appeared.
Yet, in reality, everything nonexistent appeared.
How could this be?
Song Zhiqing pinched the corner of the quilt, pondering what was wrong, calculating where a dream and reality differed.
Admittedly, Song Zhiqing was entranced.
