She leaned against the headboard, staring absentmindedly at the window that quickly turned dark again. She had a dream, a dream where she lay in Yin Shixiu's arms, where his embrace was firm and warm, where he held her tightly, and in the dream... Yin Shixiu kissed her.
"Ah!" Su Xiaomeng heavily thumped her own head, "Su Xiaomeng, what's in your head all day long?! Can't you tell what kinds of dreams you can have and which ones you can't? This is a spring dream, a spring dream, do you know what that is?! You're only nineteen, dreaming about these things all day, do you think that's normal?! Spring—"
Her muttering came to an abrupt halt, spring dream... She suddenly remembered that the last so-called spring dream wasn't actually a dream...
"Knock knock"!
Su Xiaomeng's wandering thoughts were abruptly pulled back by the sound of knocking.
