Lin Xian listened.
He smiled faintly.
Warmly:
"This makes me feel a bit guilty. After all, you can dream of me, but I can't dream of you. The only time I did, it was just a statue."
Zhao Yingjun chuckled softly:
"This is such an irrelevant matter. Why are you turning it into a big thing? Whether we dream or not, it's all irrelevant. After all, for us ordinary people..."
"[Everything in dreams is fake. As long as I have the real you, that's enough.]"
After saying this.
She turned around, pulled the door handle, and gently closed the study room door.
In the room, only Lin Xian remained.
Indeed.
Zhao Yingjun was right.
For ordinary people, everything in dreams is fake. This is why it's impossible to deeply analyze Zhang Yuqian and CC's dream content.
Because...
[There are too many contradictions, making it impossible to perform a normal analysis.]
Zhang Yuqian's dreams are completely illogical, random and disconnected.
CC's dreams, even worse—they cannot bear scrutiny—
