Xia Dabao suddenly awoke with a start!
"No way?"
"Another dream like that?"
"Am I being too flighty?"
No, she fiercely shook her head, her thoughts certain that she must have been affected by what happened that day at the Inn—it was that guy, what was his name... that's right, Yun Xiao. If it hadn't been for this dream, she would have almost forgotten about that episode, nearly forgotten about that person.
Her mother had said before, sometimes dreaming isn't about having wild thoughts, it's just residual memories lingering in the mind.
...
By the river, Axiang and several other village women were washing clothes.
After a while, the other women left, leaving Axiang alone.
Then someone came from behind. He hurriedly took three steps as if they were two, reaching Axiang and called out pitifully, "Axiang!"
