Every time Yao Qing slept in for a bit of extra rest, she would dream.
This time was no exception.
It was neither a nightmare nor a dream where dreams come true.
This dream was different from all the ones she had before; she dreamt of a man whose face she couldn't see clearly.
She looked at that person for a long time, yet she still couldn't make out his face.
It wasn't until two hours later when she awoke from the dream, her heart beating wildly within her chest, that the feeling instantly pulled her out of the dream state.
The images from the dream still swirled in her mind, probably to be completely forgotten in about an hour.
It was the figure of a man, faceless.
Yet, she inexplicably felt it was familiar.
A man with no face...
She carefully retraced the men she had recently met in her mind, subconsciously comparing them one by one, only to find they all seemed different.
It wasn't until she picked up her phone and saw Ruan Qiu's name that she thought of Wen Nianchu.
