In fact, in Yun bixue's heart, no matter how many people talked about their past and present lives, she still didn't believe them.
No matter how many illusionary things she had experienced, it was hard for her to believe it.
In her subconscious mind, this was not real. No matter how real the dream was, she did not really believe it.
Because it was a mixture of real and fake, perhaps it was just an imagination in her mind.
Wasn't it said that dreams were all dreams?
However, she had never seen photos of Xie limo when he was young. How could such a similar young man in white appear in her dream?
She had no choice but to believe that some things might not be coincidences, but were really related.
Yun bixue flipped through Xie limo's photos. On one hand, she was shocked, but on the other hand, she felt a lot of joy.
Looking at his childhood photos, it was as if she could participate in his past and understand his past.
This feeling was still very novel.