Last night, Gu Ningyi drank too much, his mind a chaotic blur, and finally fell into a deep slumber.
He didn’t know how long he slept, only felt that he seed to have slept for a very, very long ti, during which he had an incredibly beautiful dream.
In his dream, he and Dong Xin Yan had returned to the year when they were both eighteen, back to those two months.
They were together day and night, going from being at odds to developing a mutual fondness. Although he couldn’t see her, it didn’t hinder his heart from beating for her. The only regret was that he couldn’t see her smile.
He thought, when she smiled, it must be very beautiful.
In that dream, he forgot Dong Xin Yan’s intentions, forgot Dong Xin Yan’s dislike, and also forgot that Dong Xin Yan didn’t love him.
He just assud she loved him.
She was his girl, a girl he loved deeply without regret.
They spent two joyful months together, without deception, without quarrel, without parting. In the end, he mustered up the courage to undergo surgery, and she was there by his side the whole ti.
The surgery was successful, and the doctor slowly unwrapped the bandages from his eyes.
Then, the mont he opened his eyes and saw the light again, he also saw...the smiling face of the girl he loved deeply.
Not Zhou Yalin, but Dong Xin Yan.
Unfortunately, in the end, this dream ca to an end. It ended at his happiest mont.
The mont he woke up, he lay on the bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, unable to return from that dream for quite a while.
When he gradually ca to his senses, he realized that Old Chen had brought him here last night— the villa where he had stayed during his blindness. So this was where Dong Xin Yan had been, no wonder he had such a beautiful dream.
But as beautiful as the dream was, reality was just as cruel.
The sun had risen, it was the next day, today... was the day Dong Xin Yan and Cheng Ziyang were registering their marriage.
After today, perhaps he would truly only be able to miss her in his mories, in fleeting dreams.
Only, if he really could go back into that dream, he didn’t want to return to eighteen, but to when he first t Dong Xin Yan.
If he had known that he would fall deeply in love with the girl before him in the future, he definitely wouldn’t have been foolishly bullying her to grab her attention.
He would be gentlemanly, indulgent, tender, gradually winning her over.
eting her first was the greatest blessing heaven bestowed upon him in this lifeti, yet he...had lost it by his own hands.
The sunlight from outside cast in, landing on his eyelids, not really that piercing, but tears still slowly welled up at the corners of his eyes.
Though this villa had been uninhabited for a long ti, there were hourly workers who ca to clean and tidy regularly, but he didn’t have much clothing here. Rummaging through, he only found a white shirt and casual trousers.
He showered and changed, the clothes were sowhat ill-fitting, but he was still remarkably handso. They were probably clothes from when he was eighteen. He stood before a full-length mirror, looking himself up and down; in those two months with Dong Xin Yan, this was how he dressed.
Among a group of eighteen-year-old boys, he had the most outstanding temperant, the most handso appearance, the most slender build. Dong Xin Yan, you must be like , blinded, that’s why you can’t see .
He comforted himself with self-mockery, then resolutely turned and left.
But he never expected that when he went downstairs, he would see... that silhouette so familiar it was etched into his very bones.
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