1 Chapter 1

There is an old legend that says: 'when you wake up at 3 a.m. it's because you're in someone else's dream.'

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As crazy as you can hear, in some cases, this may be true, but it may also be for some other reason, such as a nightmare? Or insomnia? Anything but living in a stranger's dream.

During his childhood, Ji Syaoran had multiple dreams together with a girl of almost the same age, whose face remained hidden, either by the intense sunlight or by the darkness of the night. At that time, in his dreams he and the girl played with running through a garden, pretending to fly; and following butterflies.

The young man still remembered that when he woke up, even when the happiness and fun of the dream were there was also a feeling of nostalgia, which came dangerously close to the sadness of a loss. He used to take time and then jump out of bed to go looking for his parents.

Every night was the same, he dreamed of that girl without even knowing her name or her face. He only had some vague memories of his laughter.

Ji Syaoran grew up with the girl of his dreams who seemed to grow up with him as time went on. In her adolescence she also had strange dreams with her, in which she saw her cry in some dark corner, then she saw her laugh or walk beside her telling a little of her day, although of this little she remembered when she woke up.

Just before he moved out of his parents' house, he dreamed of her once again, now turned into a young woman. In his dream the girl was sitting next to him, looking forward with a cup of tea in her hands, while at the same time she seemed to talk to him about something.

Of the conversation, he remembered little, but of one thing he was sure, in all the dreams he had had after his childhood on many occasions they only talked about their lives.

On that occasion, Ji Syaoran recalls talking about his concerns, how excited he was, and how much he would miss his parents the first few days. The girl sitting next to him listened attentively, answering only when necessary, the conversation ended with a joke followed by loud laughter that stopped when it started to hurt.

All the dreams he had were different as if he were living his day to day with that girl, as if she was his great childhood friend until now, and with whom he had been in love since he was fifteen. That feeling that would beny during the day and that he would hug during the night.

In this way, he could go on with his life without any problems.

Until he saw her no more…

21 years

The cold air went through the place draining his bones, the black gloves and coat he wore were not enough to protect him from the cold winter that every year scourged his hometown Wúxī. He walked through a somewhat lonely, snow-covered street while talking to the same young woman who visited him in his dreams every night.

She wore a white coat, her hair was loose and a gray cap, the woman seemed a little distant but she seemed to smile or so it seemed.

He still couldn't see her face despite walking next to her and looking at her occasionally.

— I've been thinking a lot—. The woman said stopping her steps. Ji Syaoran stopped to turn and face each other.

The silence that formed between them made the place colder, in the dream Ji Syaoran felt as his heart rate rose dangerously, even when he was aware that it was a dream, he felt like his heartbeat fiercely in his chest as if he wanted to leave his body.

— About what?— He asked, smiling nervously. The girl sighed and took his hand. Even though it was a product of her brain, the young woman's hand was warm, so comforting, that her first reaction was to take it and move it gently against her cheek, to feel a little more of that warmth. —What I wish to do—. She replied in a relieved tone.

Ji Syaoran smiled even more. He removed the hand that was still holding to his cheek but did not let go. He took his partner's other hand and came closer to her, making her laugh.

— That's excellent! When you finish it you need to show it to me!"—. He exclaimed excitedly. The woman nodded in response before releasing her hands and starting to walk away. He gave her one last smile and looked down.

He was about to turn around and leave when the voice of his companion was heard through the wind, he quickly stopped his steps and turned his gaze on her, again.

— You'll be the first! — She screamed. His voice was sweet but at the same time serious - a fascinating combination. Ji Syaoran laughed. —"I'll be waiting!"—. The girl raised her hand in farewell and went on her way.

Before losing sight of her completely, Ji Syaoran ran after her to stop her as he always did, waiting for her to stay a few more minutes, but as always in every dream, he was cruelly awakened every night, just at 3 o 'clock in the morning, by something unknown, ending the day's dream.

His eyes opened with annoyance, he felt frustrated again, no matter how much he wished to spend more time with the girl that appeared in his dreams and to be able to see her face, he always ended up in the same thing: at 3 in the morning tired and disappointed for not being able to stay longer.

An hour later, I tried to sleep a little before the alarm woke him up at 5 in the morning, and thus start his day. But he lay on his bed without sleep; Just wandering around the mattress, hoping to be able to fall asleep again before the hour.

Ji Syaoran had this strange sleep routine, where he would sleep five hours in a row, wake up at 3 in the morning and finally sleep an extra hour before 5 — not to mention that sometimes he couldn't get back to sleep — normally he would sleep without much trouble but there were nights like this when he couldn't do it although he would try.

Lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling, and with frustration still reverberating inside him, he decided to wait for the clock to mark 5 in the morning and thus be able to get up, if it wasn't for the cold he would have already gotten up. When the alarm on his phone finally went off, Ji Syaoran stood up to go to the bathroom for a quick shower.

As he left his roommate greeted him with his typical morning enthusiasm. — Couldn't you sleep again? Is it the fifth night in a row?— He asked as he poured some cereal on his plate. —You should go to the doctor

—It's not so bad, it's the second night I can't sleep well, it's probably because of the competition—. he said as he sat in the chair in front of his colleague.— I can't take medication right now, I have workouts and if I take sleeping pills it will be a problem when I have to go early.

— Okay, whatever you want. And tell me, did you dream of her again?

— yeah. I always do— Ji Syaoran smiled sideways, his friend and colleague smiled from ear to ear.

— and what did he say this time? — he questioned as he bit the bread in his hand. Syaoran looked at him for a few seconds, as he threw her head back and crossed her arms over her chest. — Finally decided to write the book

—That's great! This may make it easier to know who she is and why you see her every night. You've been looking for it for so long that this may be your chance—. He theorized his friend, Qian Yue. Syaoran closed her eyes and sighed.

— Yes, but how shall I know she is?' I don't know his name, nor his age, I just know that he likes to read, to write; That his hair is black and long; I haven't seen his face, so I don't know how he is, I don't know if he's from China or another country. What is she doing?— The boy asked as he changed his position, now crossing his arms on the table and hiding his face in his arms.

Qian Yue smiled with pity at his friend. - maybe in the next dream you can ask her to give you some clue in her book when you read it then you will know that it is her. Cheer up! You lose nothing by trying. Qian Yue got up from the chair and advanced to the kitchen to drink some water from the teapot.

—I don't know, maybe she'll just stay in my dreams, anyway, I must go.— Ji Syaoran hastened to eat the breakfast that Qian Yue had kindly arranged for him.

As soon as he finished he stood up and left the apartment. In the parking lot, just before getting on his motorcycle, he saw a girl on the other side of the place through the mirror, she was wearing a black jacket and white pants, wearing a red helmet with some letters. At that moment he couldn't help but remember the girl in his dreams.

He really wanted to meet her, just to know why she was on his mind since he was a child and if she dreamed of him. He observed the girl a few more minutes before she boarded the motorcycle of a boy he recognized as his neighbor below.

When they left the parking lot, Ji Syaoran got on his motorcycle to go to that day's training. Before leaving the place.

As a professional motocross rider, he had to maintain a routine, especially when a competition was so close and preparing for it is necessary.

Being part of China's main motocross team was something he dreamed of from a young age, from the first moment he came into contact with this extreme sport, through a live competition on a sports channel.

It was risky, he knew, on several occasions, his parents and closest friends had opposed it — it earned him several fights with his parents — but being a professional motocross rider was his greatest dream, the feeling of freedom and the adrenaline running through his veins was something he was not willing to give up, much less for everything he had had to face up to now to get it.

Now his parents understood that it was important to him and supported him as much as they could, obviously they were still worried but at least they had not tried to persuade him to quit.

Upon arriving at the training venue, he prepared to start warming up; by this season, he would have a different coach, as his coach was injured. As soon as he saw him enter the arena, Wang Tian greeted him as serious as ever, but with that arrogant air that formed around him.

—You're coming early, I thought I'd have to scold you, like Sheng's idiot.— His coach handed him the keys to the motorcycle he would use for the competition within a month. Ji Syaoran gladly accepted and thanked her. — start with a few laps, until you get used to it, you'll use Richard's motorcycle so take it easy.

— Well, and how is it?— Syaoran put on the helmet and gloves she was to wear.

— better. His wife called this morning, he'll have to wear the cast on his arm for a few months but he'll be fine. Hopefully, he will return for the season next year—. He reported, as he walked next to Ji Syaoran and they were approaching the starting point.

— Okay. I'm leaving now— The young rider fitted the helmet well and started training.

Just starting the motorcycle, he felt his blood burn, the feeling of freedom he felt every time he drove a motorcycle was something he would never forget. The speed excited him, made him feel alive and everything around him disappeared as soon as he started walking.

The first lap in the rough terrain, helped him to know his environment, so he could not go very fast as he could have an accident if he did not know the place yet, so the first lap would help him to know when to slow down or increase the speed; When to make the jumps and maneuvers in the air, for this he had to know when and where to take the necessary impulses.

So before starting the jumps on the motorcycle, him had to know the terrain as well as possible. Also because it was a motorcycle I hadn't used before, him had to get used to it, not to mention be careful not to damage it.

Richard Hogan was one of the best motocross representatives there was, and his example to follow, it was fortunate that Hogan, now living in China, was the coach of his team. Using his motorcycle was an honor to him.

As he finished one lap after another, Ji Syaoran felt much more exhausted and much less frustrated than when he woke up, however, at the end of the fifth lap, a woman's voice drilled into his head, causing him to lose control of the bike by dropping more than he should and eventually falling.

Wang tian and some of his colleagues quickly approached him to help him. Syaoran was lying on the floor still dazed by the blow, he heard the worried voices around him but the only thing he could concentrate on was the girl's voice in his dreams.

'sorry, I can't do it'

She could probably later understand why she heard her voice out of her dreams or why she seemed to see among the people around her the transparent image of her.