By this point, the Wang Family's parents no longer cared whether they would ever have grandchildren. As long as they could have one child born alive, they would already be satisfied.
Not long after divorcing Wang Zhiyao, Cen Yue paid off her debt to Xingyu, sold the house, and took her daughter to develop her career in Hong Kong. She never crossed paths with the Wang Family again.
*
As she neared death, Su Qiao calmly looked at the man sitting beside her rocking chair, slowly fanning her: "You've been hiding something from me."
"If you don't tell me now, you won't have the chance later."
After living together for so many years, no matter how well he hid it, and no matter how carefree Su Qiao was, she could occasionally sense something.
"I thought you wouldn't notice."
Cen Mohan reached out and tucked the blanket around her. The fan in his hand never stopped, gently stirring the air again and again.
"Where should I start?"
"It should be when I was fifteen. One night, I had a dream..."
Cen Mohan slowly sank into his memories and told Su Qiao about the dream he had begun having at fifteen, as well as everything he had experienced over those ten years.
Su Qiao struggled to keep herself alert and listened carefully. Then her entire being was left completely bewildered.
This man had actually dreamed the same dream for ten years. The black hole that kept spinning in his dreams and the heartless woman in them had both tormented him for a decade.
It was only after he met her that those troubles gradually disappeared.
Su Qiao vaguely remembered him mentioning something about the dream once. At the time, however, he had only said that the dreams had eventually caused him to