She had never dreamed before, but that night she had a strange dream. The next day, she ran into the man who had made her heart flutter in her dream at the airport.
She stared straight at him. “Have we met before?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because you appeared in my dream...”
She asked him, “Which matters more, love or being an heir?”
“The country and its people matter. But you are the only light in my life.”
I never imagined how many endless, pitch-black nights you, as a reincarnator, had spent alone, enduring bone-deep sorrow.
A Sheng, I wish more than anything that you could have a happy dream.
