Qingran had often experienced peculiar dreams, yet they faded upon waking. With her busy life, she had no time to linger on visions that vanished with sleep.
Perhaps some things could be anticipated, but they never occurred. As for fate, if it could be changed, then change it; if not, why not simply go with the flow?
Forcing herself wouldn't bring any reward; in the vast universe, a mere mortal flesh cannot struggle against fate.
Xie Ying'an was different; he rarely dreamed, but that day's dream was too vivid, almost as if it had truly occurred. The uncontrollable sensation made him feel unbearable pain several times over.
A shade of agony was evident in the youth's dark eyes as he stared intently at Qingran, almost bringing tears to his eyes.
Qingran guessed that Xie Ying'an's dream must have something to do with her; otherwise, why would he be so distressed?
