When Shi Nuan woke up in the morning, her head felt a bit dizzy, with all sorts of things flashing chaotically in her mind.
She seemed to have dreamed, dreamed of her mother, dreamed of Shen Zui, and also of Song Yichuan...
But in the end, the image stopped on the face of a man she felt very unfamiliar with.
In the dream, Shi Nuan couldn't tell who that face belonged to, but now, thinking back, it actually startled her.
Because that person seemed like Song Yansheng!
Why would she dream of him?
In her twenty-one years of life, he seemed to play no significant role, except in the last few days...
But perhaps it's precisely because these last few days he played such an important role by her side that she dreamed of him.
Shi Nuan took a deep breath, looking around blankly, the environment was unfamiliar.
Only the books on the shelf and the black box in the corner were familiar to her.
Everything had changed, no matter how much she couldn't accept it in her heart.
