Luo Chuan had had several strange dreams. Quite some time had passed since then. At the time, it seemed the tavern had only two customers from the Elder Council—Giant Axe and Wang Gulas—and Shinkai Seiko's second movie had only just begun filming.
They truly had been strange dreams.
Luo Chuan was certain that what happened in those dreams had been extremely important.
Yet no matter how hard he tried to recall them, there was not the slightest related memory in his mind.
It was like a folder on a computer: every file inside had been wiped clean, leaving only an empty folder bearing its name, a reminder that files had once existed there.
He could not remember what exactly he had dreamed of. Since it had only happened a few times and then come to nothing, he had let the matter drop.
Now, after Yao Ziyan's reminder, Luo Chuan finally remembered it again.
Could his sense of familiarity with Anviya's words truly have come from those dreams?
"Most likely."
Luo Chuan nodded, affirming Yao Ziyan's guess, then sighed helplessly. "But what does knowing that change? I still have no way of figuring out what exactly happened."
For now, he merely understood the source of that familiarity. As for what had caused it, he was still completely in the dark.
"Why not try dreaming again, Luo Chuan?" Yao Ziyan asked tentatively.
"Is that something you can just try?" Luo Chuan found it amusing. He casually rubbed the girl's hair. "Can you control your own dreams?"
Dreams were illusory and intangible, impossible to grasp.
Perhaps there truly were species in this world that lived on dreams, existing solely within them.
But Luo Chuan had never encountered any.
He was likewise unable to control his own dreams.
"Just give it a try. It