That night, Song Jici tossed and turned, while Jiang Nian drifted off the moment she closed her eyes.
The next morning, she sat up groggily and let out a sleepy yawn.
I haven't been tired these past two days. Why have I started dreaming again?
Ever since she arrived in this world, she had often had nonsensical dreams. While asleep, she would be completely immersed in them, but once she woke up, she forgot everything, remembering only that awful feeling.
She had never paid much attention to those bizarre dreams before, but the one last night had left her utterly baffled.
Although she could no longer remember the details, one photograph from the dream remained clear in her mind.
It seemed to be a group photo. A dozen or so children stood neatly outside an orphanage, looking shyly into the camera.
And among them, she had seen Fu Zhenzhen's face-and her older brother's.
Jiang Nian furrowed her brows.
Could Fu Zhenzhen have crossed over from my world too? And did she know my brother?
Or was it just some ridiculous dream?
After thinking about it for a long while without reaching any conclusions, she set it aside for the time being.
I'll grill Fu Zhenzhen about it when I get the chance.
After washing up, she picked up her phone and was about to head downstairs when a video call invitation popped up in the group chat.
She answered as she went downstairs. Seeing the others on her screen, she joined the conversation.
"Well, look at that. Almost everyone's here. What are you all talking about?"
On the screen, Tan Xuguang pursed his lips. "What else? Those two old bastards from the Shen Family."
Jiang Nian took her seat and propped up her phone, eager for the gossip. "Shen Qifei