I Hope You Don’t Dream of Me Tonight

[The physical edition goes on presale on March 28 at 7 p.m.] On the eve of the wrap party, Li Ling made a little swan cake herself to thank the director for recognizing her talent. She sneaked onto the set and overheard the director chatting with a friend. "Aren't you worried she'll really fall for you, acting so tenderly?" "What else can I do?" the director said coolly. "Her acting is so terrible she can't get into character at all." He picked up a dart and casually stuck it into a photo of Li Ling. The next day, he unexpectedly found the remains of the swan cake in the trash. - On the eve of the film's premiere, an unreleased magazine cover from years ago suddenly surfaced. Back then, the future award-winning director Jin Jingyao had a youthful face, but was already quite good at flirting with young models. Through the fogged-up glass of a bathroom, a woman with skin as pale as snow sat astride him. He had his fingers between her lips, as if he were about to kiss her at any moment. Netizens soon discovered that the woman was Li Ling, the lead actress in his new film. The whole internet was in an uproar, and rumors ran wild. Jin Jingyao posted a behind-the-scenes photo from that shoot. In it, he was draping his coat over her shoulders. Years later, wearing that same coat, he stood on the world's most prestigious film awards stage. Netizens suddenly understood and sent them their best wishes. Then Li Ling posted a short video of her own. In it, she threw ten darts in a row into Jin Jingyao's face. *The author is terrible at writing blurbs. *Thanks to a kind friend for the title and synopsis. *The characters in this story are not based on real people. Please don't make assumptions about anyone. >>>>>>> Recommended upcoming story >>>>>>> [Don't Pick Up Roadside Evil Gods and Call Them Your Son] You transmigrate into the body of an undercover agent who has infiltrated a cult. As a single woman with no house, no car, and no fixed assets, you've already aroused suspicion. You're about to be arrested and burned at the stake. At the last moment, you pick up a cute little boy on the roadside and claim he's your son. You're released without charge. Then strange things start happening around you: You somehow work your way into the cult's inner circle. Your colleague, who always acts so arrogant, respectfully calls you "Madam." When you take your little one out for a walk, people all around you furtively kneel. When you wake up aching all over, you see something unspeakable below your neck: sigh{*|>,?.??] jhdwik You decide to pretend nothing happened and focus on being an undercover agent while raising your fake son. Your fake son is perfect in every way. He's as beautiful as snow, incredibly smart, and can manage both the household and the kitchen. He's just a little rude and disrespectful to his elders. Whenever you ask him to call you Mom, he gives you a dead-fish stare. Until one day, the organization sends a new partner to meet you. You drool over your handsome new partner and ask your fake son if he'd like a new dad. The next day, you find out your partner is going to be burned at the stake. As everyone kneels before him, your fake son transforms into a tall, cold adult man. In the wavering firelight, his silver hair seems alive, brushing your cheek inch by inch. He grips your chin and softly calls you "Mother." Theme: Love is not about subjugation, but redemption.