Chen Xiao sat on the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
He looked at the empty room besides him, his eyelids drooping.
He remembered that dream very clearly now, even remembering every step.
It's just that it seems like every dream is like this, as time goes by the memory gradually fades.
Chen Xiao could vividly recall the pale, thin hands that reached out with the rag doll, yet he couldn't remember the outline of the person extending the hands.
It seemed like Xiao Diandian, yet somehow it didn't.
Shaking his head, Chen Xiao dismissed the thoughts from his mind.
The appearance of this dream must have a reason.
The old saying goes, what you think about during the day, appears in dreams at night.
He had looked at Xiao Diandian's missing person notices almost all day, her appearance practically engraved in his mind.
But this dream left a very unsettling feeling in Chen Xiao's heart.
He felt that Xiao Diandian appearing in his dream at this time was like a premonition.
