Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered slightly. In fact, she also wanted to live lightheartedly and freely, to live without worries.
Just like when she was a child.
But her childhood, after her grandfather passed away, was fraught with endless hardships.
When Song Yansheng was fourteen, his family experienced a change. For her, it was even earlier, much earlier.
The happiest days were likely before she was eight years old, but mories before the age of eight seed to fade away with ti.
For instance, she felt she might have t Song Yansheng, but she couldn’t recall clearly.
Also, the boy in the white shirt from her dream, it was a dream that lingered in her mind from a very young age.
Dreaming once could be a coincidence, but having it countless tis, Shi Nuan didn’t think it was just coincidence.
She even felt that maybe it was a reflection of a certain piece of her mory.
But which specific mory, she wasn’t quite sure.
"Second Uncle..." Shi Nuan looked at Song Yansheng and softly called out.
Song Yansheng turned to look at her and asked, "What’s the matter?"
Shi Nuan made a small sound and said, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you’ve ever had the sa dream, repeating many tis, over many years... such an experience?"
Song Yansheng raised an eyebrow: "You an like a TV series, where you dream the first episode today and there’ll be a second and third episode in the future?"
"No... it’s the sa dream, exactly the sa, happening many tis..."
Song Yansheng paused, suddenly recalling monts when Shi Nuan awoke from her dreams, startled.
And once, she mumbled sothing baffling, saying: "So it was you..."
At that ti, he was curious about what exactly Shi Nuan dread of, though he knew, it certainly wasn’t a good dream!
His thin lips moved slightly as he said, "I’ve had the sa dream many tis, where I am trapped in a box made of ice; it’s very cold, terribly cold, but no matter what I do, I can’t get out..."
Shi Nuan looked at him: "Why would Second Uncle have such a dream?"
Song Yansheng curled his lips and said, "Probably related to a past experience. I was once trapped in an ice cellar for over six hours and almost froze to death..."
Shi Nuan was even more shocked: "How could you accidentally end up locked in an ice cellar?"
Song Yansheng shrugged: "Oh, it’s nothing, just playing around and unintentionally got locked in..."
Shi Nuan pressed her lips together, not knowing what to say, but undeniably, she felt a pang of heartache for Song Yansheng.
Song Yansheng had been in a car accident, beca "stupid," and was even locked up in an ice cellar. Later, he left all alone for a distant country on the other side of the ocean...
Even though Song Yansheng rarely spoke about his life abroad, Shi Nuan could imagine it wasn’t easy.
Perhaps he too narrowly escaped death many tis!
And, his little finger on the left hand was disabled because he saved a little girl. Although she didn’t know who the little girl was, it was surely one of Song Yansheng’s tribulations...
Song Yansheng’s twenty-nine years of life were legendary, yet also full of hardships!
anwhile, Shi Nuan thought of another question.
Song Yansheng’s recurring dreams of being trapped in a box made of ice originated from his experience of being locked in an ice cellar...
So what about her? What kind of incident did she go through to have such dreams?
Since it was so profound and recurring, that experience must have been deeply etched into her mory.
Why couldn’t she rember a thing?
What kind of mories could have shaped her to be this way?
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