Every day, I dream that I’m in another world. The dreams feel just like reality, and they’re almost different every time. Yet the same few people always appear. They feel so familiar, but I can never see their faces clearly, and I don’t know anyone like them in real life. In the dream, as long as he’s there, I feel so warm. Only later do I discover that we’re bound by a “three-lifetime fate,” and those so-called dreams aren’t dreams at all...
