I often have the same dream... In it, a man dressed in ancient clothing holds me close on a rainy night. A voice keeps saying, “Xiao Yuer, I’m waiting for you. I’ll wait for you forever!”
I fell in love with that voice, and with the person in my dream.
The story began with that dream…
I just got rained on and had a little crush. Did it really have to turn into such a melodramatic story?
A car accident? And transmigration?
Good grief. Staring at the thatched hut before her, her own scrawny little body, and the kind old man in front of her, Zhang Xiaoyu was utterly speechless.
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