Despite the frigid air, Hanshan Temple in winter...

But the afternoon sun was warm and the room was cozy.

Chu Wuyang nestled on the warm couch, inhaling the scent of sandalwood, and drifted off to sleep.

Consciousness drifted away, and the dream slowly emerged.

She actually dreamed about Jingmin?

In my dream, he was more powerful and aggressive than ever before, exuding an irresistible domineering aura.

She frowned and struggled, but he held her even tighter in his arms, his deep voice whispering in her ear.

Like a silent trial—

"Cancel the engagement!"

Then, the screen suddenly shattered.

Grandma's image appeared in my mind.

Her eyes were unfamiliar and disappointed, and her tone was icy:

How could you do such a thing?

"Why don't you listen to me?"

Then, she was pushed into the koi pond…

The icy water instantly enveloped her.

Schools of fish swam about, and the pond was filled with broken fish carcasses, peeling scales, and sweet-smelling blood.

The koi fish went berserk, tearing at each other and at her as well.

She struggled, but was dragged to the bottom of the water by an invisible force.

On the shore, Grandma's expression was indifferent:

"If you don't listen to me, I'll feed you to them..."

The fish crowded together, their stark white bones tearing at the skin, the water roaring, and a feeling of suffocation rising within me...

"Yangyang, Yangyang!"

She woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat, and gasping for breath.

Yang Jinchu was looking at her with concern; the fragrance was still gentle.

Her hands were still trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you have another nightmare?"

Yang Jinchu was about to wipe her sweat with a handkerchief when...

Chu Wuyang grabbed his hand in a daze.

Only then did their gazes become clearly focused.

She turned her head to look around the room, then her gaze shifted to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying was still holding a small pocket watch in her hand.

The silver watch case shimmered in the afternoon light, the bracelet dangling from her fingertips.

It seemed to be swaying slightly.

In her other hand lay a slender scented pen, the light at its end still lit.

A faint, lingering scent of herbs remained in the air.

It appears to contain sedative ingredients.

Chu Wuyang's eyes narrowed, and his voice tightened slightly:

"……What are you doing?"

Wen Ying paused slightly, then looked up at Yang Jinchu.

There was no response.

Yang Jinchu said in a gentle voice:

"Wen Ying was just hypnotizing you."

Seeing her wary expression, he gently reassured her.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just worried about you. This will help you stay awake. Didn't you say last time that you hadn't had nightmares in a long time? What did you dream about just now?"

He paused, trying to calm her down.

"Didn't your therapist treat you this way before? It's okay,"

Chu Wuyang didn't say anything.

I thought it was normal to dream about my grandmother here, but it was a bit strange to dream about Jingmin so realistically.

Her gaze fell on the pocket watch in Wen Ying's hand.

His fingertips unconsciously tightened around the blankets, and he asked inexplicably.

Is it possible for a person to lose a memory they are unaware of without any apparent reason?

Chu Wuyang had just finished speaking when

Wen Ying, who was packing her things, suddenly dropped them to the ground with a loud thud.

Yang Jinchu picked it up for her without hesitation, and said in a calm tone.

"What did you dream about? Was the dream so vivid that you suspected you had forgotten something?"

Chu Wuyang nodded.

Wen Ying glanced at Yang Jinchu sideways and explained in a professional, scientific tone,

"If someone has truly suffered from amnesia, it's generally caused by one of three things: medication use, brain injury, or psychological factors..."

Chu Wuyang was slightly taken aback.

Unlike Jingmin, she didn't take any medication, nor did she suffer a brain injury. As for psychological factors…

She does have some psychological issues, but that's because the timelines of her grandmother and Jingmin don't match up.

Yang Jin first saw her solemn expression and said gently...

"Don't overthink it, it's probably just a dream. Dreams are projections of the subconscious."

"It's understandable that it's too realistic. Wasn't it because your nightmares were too realistic that you felt scared?"

Chu Wuyang seemed to be deep in thought, following Yang Jinchu's advice.

She was trying to say that her long-term nightmare of being scolded by her grandmother was something that had actually happened in reality.

Similarly, how could the real dream segment featuring Jingmin not be a reality?

But she couldn't say much about these things to Wen Ying and Yang Jinchu.

When Yang Jin first saw her, her face was full of doubt. He sighed slightly and said firmly.

"If you really lose a memory that you don't even know about, how could the people around you not know?"

"Think about it, have you ever suddenly disappeared?"

Are there any inconsistencies in your life?

Chu Wuyang suddenly realized,

yes!

Her memories of life were never disjointed.

She clearly remembered what she was doing during the time Jingmin was injured and went abroad; there was no gap in her memory.

Wen Ying added:

"Dreams are a patchwork of the subconscious, not reality. The complexity of your emotions is what makes your dreams feel real,"

"But it's not an erased memory, it's a psychological projection of you."

Yang Jinchu looked into her eyes and said softly:

"Don't overthink it, you've just been too tired lately."

Chu Wuyang remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded:

"...Perhaps I'm overthinking it."

Wen Ying glanced at the time, smiled slightly, and said with a hint of reluctance in her voice.

I'm so sorry!

"I have a meeting to attend and have to leave now, so I won't be able to participate in the blessing ceremony this afternoon,"

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