Ning Wan suddenly opened her eyes, waking up from her dream.
She stared fixedly at the ceiling, her expression somewhat bewildered, lost, and at a loss.
Just now, she seemed to have had a very, very long dream.
In her dream, she transmigrated into the world of a novel and became the mother of the villain. She also became entangled in a series of romantic relationships with other characters in the book.
Ning Wan rubbed her temples and sighed helplessly.
So it turns out that living alone for too long and craving love too much is why I feel lonely and fall into this dream?
She turned her head to look out the window.
It was still early morning, and the sky was not yet bright.
The streetlights flickered dimly, and moths circled around them.
Ning Wan lost her sleepiness and simply got up.
She went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed water on her face, trying to calm herself down.
She straightened up and saw her wet and pale face in the mirror.
Ning Wan couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. This dream was too real, and she still couldn't recover from it.
She went to the refrigerator next to the door, took out a bottle of milk, opened it, and drank it all in one gulp.
The icy liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach, and the slight stinging sensation gradually cleared Ning Wan's muddled mind.
She walked back to a desk at the foot of the bed, preparing to organize the work she had only half-finished yesterday.
Ning Wan's current room is very small.
It's just a simple one-bedroom, one-bathroom layout.
Due to discord with her parents, Ning Wan rented a small apartment and lived alone after she came of age.
The so-called bedroom is not only where she rests and sleeps, but also a living room, kitchen, and studio.
By the time Ning Wan finished her work and looked up again, it was already broad daylight.
She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.
Before I knew it, it was already noon.
Ning Wan is very focused when she works and often loses track of time. Sometimes she only eats one meal a whole day, which is quite common.
But whenever she finishes her busy work, she will thoughtfully cook herself a delicious meal to reward herself for her hard work.
The refrigerator, filled with food, was one of Ning Wan's few sources of security.
Perhaps it's because I was terrified of hunger since I was a child.
But why were they starving? And why did they have a strained relationship with their parents?
Ning Wan thought for a long time but still couldn't remember...
...
Feeling a bit tired today, Ning Wan decided to cook a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles to tide her over.
She habitually puts the tomatoes in the refrigerator to freeze them.
This method not only allows for quick peeling, but adding salt before stir-frying also helps to bring out the juices better.
Suddenly, Ning Wan froze.
She tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.
I vaguely remember someone asking me the same question: Should I stir-fry tomatoes or meat?
But upon further reflection, Ning Wan quickly rejected this viewpoint.
After all, I've lived alone for so many years and haven't had a single friend...
...
While the tomatoes were freezing, Ning Wan quickly cooked noodles and prepared vegetables.
Heat oil in a wok, stir-fry, and thicken with cornstarch.
A steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles was ready in no time.
The process of cooking delicious food is simple and therapeutic.
Ning Wan quickly forgot about the dream.
She hummed a little tune, in a cheerful mood. She ladled two bowls of noodles and placed them on the desk, calling out instinctively, "Xiao Shu, hurry up and wash your hands and come eat!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Wan's smile froze on the spot.
The small bedroom is so small you can see the end of it at a glance.
In the quiet space, I was all alone; there were no books around.
Ning Wan felt that she was truly obsessed with reading novels.
But another voice seemed to be faintly echoing in her heart, leaving her at a loss.
Ning Wan placed the two bowls of noodles on the desk, then sat on the edge of the bed and started searching on her phone.
She first entered a name into the search box—[Ning Yanshu].
However, the search results were completely different from the answer she was looking for.
Ning Wan, unwilling to give up, typed in Shen Fu's name again with trembling hands.
The pop-up window featured a famous Qing Dynasty writer.
Ning Wan stared blankly at her phone for a long time, then found herself ridiculous.
What on earth is she thinking about...?
...
Frustrated, Ning Wan threw her phone onto the bed, moved out a small folding table, unfolded it, and placed it on the bedroom carpet to prepare for dinner.
The egg noodles, which were originally delicious and visually appealing, had long since clumped together, looking unappetizing and instantly making people lose their appetite.
But Ning Wan didn't want to make another one.
She casually turned on a variety show to watch while eating, and sat cross-legged on the carpet to start eating.
The show features several of the most popular handsome men and beautiful women who team up to play games.
The games were very well-designed, and the guests were all very relaxed and uninhibited. The entire video was packed with laughs.
Ning Wan was amused and laughed non-stop throughout the entire process.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
But gradually, a dull pain crept into her laughter. The louder and more frantic her laughter, the more pronounced and intense the pain in her heart became.
Ning Wan was in so much pain that she couldn't bear it anymore. She curled up on the floor and began to wail uncontrollably.
She finally began to experience the pain of withdrawal symptoms.
Unable to detach herself from the character in her dream, she was plunged into intense pain and sorrow.
The empty room exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.
She struggled to pull at her collar, breathing heavily and uncontrollably.
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