There is nothing strange about dreaming every night. The strange thing was that ever since repeating a school year, Xu Xingye had dreamed of the same boy every night. She could never make out his face, but she could sense that she must like him very much. Otherwise, why would she wake up with tears at the corners of her eyes every time...?
Xu Xingye had never imagined that she, a student who was terrible at school, would get into the school's elite class after repeating a year.
There was a boy in her class who ranked first in the whole school. Not only was he handsome, but his voice was incredibly pleasant, too.
More importantly, why did he seem so familiar to her? One noon, he walked into the classroom against the light, sunlight spilling all around him. It felt like a scene from a dream. At that moment, Xu Xingye met his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. She had felt that same quickened heartbeat only when she saw the boy in her dreams...
