"Is he (she) back? Is it really him (her) who is back?" The old man frowned and muttered to himself like in a dream.

"See if Qian Ji has woken up?" asked the old man.

"Not yet." An emotionless answer suddenly rang out in the empty hall.

"Go and check it out. It's been half a year, he should be awake by now." The old man frowned and said in a low voice, "If he wakes up, have him come to see me immediately."

"yes."

Fen Qianji lay on the cold stone bed with his eyes closed.

How long had he slept? He wasn't sure. It seemed like just a moment, yet it also seemed like an eternity.

He seemed to be dreaming a strange and bizarre dream. Countless broken images flashed through his mind alternately, and the chaos left him clueless.

Dreams are just like this.

The sword flashed, like lightning piercing the sky and earth in the desert night, and a hazy face suddenly appeared before his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see the face clearly, but he could intuitively feel her poignant beauty and could also feel the endless pain and unwillingness in her heart.

His heart was instantly torn apart, and the pain went deep into his bones.

The hazy pretty face slowly disappeared, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Is it time to wake up? This kind of dream really doesn't make people feel happy.

However, he was unwilling to wake up. There was no heart-wrenching pain, but instead endless longing.

Even he himself couldn't understand why such emotions appeared in him.

The images in the dream became fainter and more blurred. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer recall what happened in the dream, but the pain and longing were deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Why did he have such a strange dream, and why did he feel so much pain and longing? His heart was full of confusion. It seemed that something was lingering in his heart, which he could neither explore nor get rid of.

What on earth was it? He closed his eyes tightly, and before he knew it, he fell into dreaming again.

…

Mu Hanyan stretched, opened her eyes, and looked out the window. The sun was rising, its warm rays casting a shadow on the branches. A light mist was still floating in front of the window. It turned out that she had accidentally slept until the next morning.

Mu Hanyan yawned, dressed, washed up, and ate the breakfast Xier prepared.

"Xi'er, you're getting married next month, right? This is for you." After Mu Hanyan finished three dumplings one by one, she took something out of her pocket and handed it to Xi'er.

Xi'er took it doubtfully, but when she saw what was in her hand, her expression suddenly changed. A silver note worth fifty thousand taels!

"Master, I can't accept this!" Xier pushed it back hurriedly.

"I have plenty of money now. This is your dowry! Money gives you confidence. If your cousin treats you badly, just divorce him and find another man. There are many good men in this world." Mu Hanyan waved her hand nonchalantly, "Ask me for money when you run out of money. Okay, take it, don't talk nonsense."

Xi'er was touched, amused, and angry. Fifty thousand taels was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for her. The young master actually gave her so much money as a dowry. She would never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life. As for remarriage, Xi'er was speechless.

Xier was about to say something when someone rushed in.

"Hey, Brother Hanyan, are you eating? It just so happens that I haven't eaten yet. I'll tell you something good after I finish eating." The person who came in was Mu Nan. He didn't hesitate to sit down and reached out to take the dumplings on the table.

(The outbreak is over, is it cool? Well, see you tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock. Please give me a monthly ticket, ow ow ow! Howl like a wolf!)