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That night, Chen Enci, who was tossing and turning and having a hard time falling asleep, finally drifted off and had a dream.
The house in the dream was old and the bedroom was small, with a cramped space inside.
The girl's pale fingertips clung to the boy's shoulders, her face wet with tears, crying incessantly...
Even in his dream, Chen Enci's small face couldn't help but flush red.
As a result, the dream became more and more realistic, and the originally silent scene gradually began to have a sound.
The girl, her voice whimpering, sweet yet unpolished, spoke softly to the boy as if it were hard for her to say.
Over and over again...
Listening to this made Chen Enci blush and her heart race, and just when she was covering her ears and about to run out of the room, she caught a clear glimpse of the girl's face... her clean eyebrows, perky little nose, and a pillow full of long, black hair...
It... was her face!