At night, Xiao Shiqing had that dream again.
That dream that left her unhappy.
Every time in the dream, he was just a bystander, watching helplessly as the person in the dream, who looked exactly like him, did one absurd thing after another.
Yet he couldn't participate in any of it.
The content of the dream was different each time. Once, he dreamt she wrote him a letter, but he didn't read it.
This time, he dreamt she was making clothes overnight for her mother...
Waking up in the middle of the night, Xiao Shiqing felt cold sweat pouring down, wondering why he always had such dreams?
On one side, Xiao Shiqing, unable to fall asleep again after his midnight dream, and on the other side, Pei Ji'an suddenly woke from a dream too, similarly drenched in cold sweat. He looked at the person sleeping soundly beside him, his gaze complicated.
Qu Fulan entered the palace again to tell stories to the Empress Dowager.
