But dreams are illusions, and when one awakens, they return to reality. After all, it was just a dream and should not be regarded as true.
"Although there is some sense in what you're saying, it really is a bit far-fetched," Wang Xinying stated. "Are you also trying to suggest that Xiaoya is pregnant with a saint?"
"A saint cannot be born simply by wishing it so; being pressed by a ghost during sleep, it would be fortunate if she didn't give birth to a little ghost," Yin Xiaofan said with a laugh.
"You're the one who will give birth to a little ghost," Yang Xiaoya retorted angrily.
"Alright, stop arguing," Wang Xinying interjected. "If you want us to believe you, you must produce sufficient evidence. After all, what you're talking about is mythology. It's hard to convince us with just a myth."
Wang Xinying's heart was filled with doubt because Yang Xiaoya's pregnancy was too sudden. The child seemed to have popped up out of nowhere, which was hard to accept.
