Tang Ziqian sat up in a cold sweat. He was confused for a moment. After seeing his surroundings clearly in the moonlight, he breathed a tired sigh of relief, leaned back, and fell back into the bed.
It’s this dream again…
Today was so real, so real that when the woman named Xi Zijin in the dream threw away the scroll, he actually felt a heartache. It was like, like
He is the ruthless and ungrateful King Yan described by the maid named Linchun.
But, how is it possible?[
He has never known or seen a woman named Xi Zijin.
However, the feeling of heartache is so real...
He couldn't help but touch his chest with his hand, the pain of having to let go of his beloved still lingered in his heart.
This strange dream has been following him on and off for nearly twenty years since he was sensible.
Sometimes it was the lonely back of a man standing on the city wall, and sometimes it was the look of a woman sitting in a carriage with her head bowed and weeping. But never like today, I could see the appearance of the two people clearly, and even mistook the man on the city wall.
I thought I was so heartbroken that I almost stopped breathing.
This kind of drama where an innocent man fantasizes about being the protagonist could actually happen to him, a man who never lacks women. It's really... incredible.
There must be some inducement.
Tang Ziqian frowned, remembering what he had encountered at the entrance of the alley when he came out of his new girlfriend's house earlier.
"young people……"
He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a rickety old woman in dark clothes. The weak candlelight shone from the red and white gauze lamp in her hand, making her wrinkled face look a little scary.
Feeling slightly startled, he asked, "Mother-in-law, what's the matter?"
"After seven lifetimes, I finally waited for this opportunity."
"Seventh life?" What do you mean? Tang Ziqian frowned.
The mother-in-law took out the scroll from her wide sleeves and said, "This is yours. Remember, go and say sorry to the girl in the painting..."
Sorry? Has he ever promised to say sorry to anyone?
Tang Ziqian took the scroll suspiciously. Before he could take a closer look, a cool breeze blew past his eyes. When he came to his senses, the alley was empty, and the mother-in-law was nowhere to be seen.