"Pang An, what if you are my fictional character, the person in my dream?"
"It's okay, Yin Yin. I'm not your fictional character. I only know that I love you."
"What if it's true, I'm scared."
"Why, Yin Yin?"
"Because you're nice to me and I'm scared."
"It's okay, Yin Yin, I love you. If you really think that I am your fiction, then, in your world, how about publishing a book called "With An" to commemorate our love?" An Yu said with a smile.
"Okay, Fatty An, goodbye."
When I woke up from the dream, I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of the hospital. The smell of disinfectant was very pungent.
"Yinyin, are you awake!?" Mom held my hand tremblingly.
"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked doubtfully.
"You slept for 3 months, you scared me to death!" Mom looked at me happily.
"Mom, where is Xiaopang An?" I asked.
"What's Fatty An? Who is it?" "It's okay, Mom, I'm just kidding."
An Xiaopang, I promise you, I will publish a book and I will commemorate our love.
(The author's dream, please do not take it seriously)
Intention: My dream