Gradually, the smoke that had been swirling around the man's face dissipated, revealing Li Yuan's face.
Luo Ling suddenly opened her eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was the beautiful and exquisite crystal chandelier in her room.
His expression remained dazed for only two seconds before his vision gradually cleared.
She immediately sat up, propped her head up with her right hand, and used her slender fingers to brush her hair back.
She sat quietly for about a minute before picking up her phone from the bedside table to check the time.
It's only a little past nine o'clock at night.
In other words, she woke up after sleeping for a little over an hour.
Recalling what she had just dreamt about, Luo Ling frowned; it was rare to see her with such a bewildered expression.
This dream has been with her for many years. She doesn't know his name or what he looks like, but her subconscious keeps telling her that this man is very important to her.
I still remember the first time I saw him at a blind date banquet. I was immediately drawn to his back view, a figure almost identical to the one in my dreams...
In this dream, the man in the white shirt actually had a face; it was... his.
What do these things represent? Could it be that... what Li Yuan said might actually be true?
If we think about it in this way, it seems there really is a clue to follow.
She usually enjoys painting quietly, so she also has a habit of collecting paintings. When she first saw Zhi Nan's "Jasmine", her first thought was that the artist's style was very similar to her own, so she bought it.
Luo Shi seemed to have mentioned before that when he visited Mo Lin in Y country on her behalf, he saw Zhi Nan at the Gu family's house and mistook Zhi Nan for himself.
If bumping into someone once is a coincidence, and the second time is an accident, then what about the third and fourth times...?
Luo Ling's mind was in complete chaos, with all sorts of thoughts forming in her head.
"Bang, bang, bang." The sound of knocking brought Luo Ling back to reality.
"Madam, I am Grean."
A sound came from outside the door.
Luo Yang rubbed his temples and said calmly, "Go in."
After saying that, he pressed a button next to the bedside table.
The door opened from the outside, and Grean came in with a coat draped over his hand.
"Madam, this dress was originally supposed to be sent to the dry cleaners, but the staff said there seemed to be something inside, so they quickly sent it back."
"thing?"
Luo Ling frowned. She usually didn't put anything in her pockets except her phone.
“Yes, madam.” Grean nodded.
"Give it to me." Luo Ling reached out her hand, and Grean respectfully handed her the coat.
I touched my left pocket, but it was empty. Then I went to my right pocket and felt something when I put my hand in.
It's thin, like paper.
She took it out; the material seemed to be a photograph, but the back of the photograph was facing her, with words written on it. After reading only the first two lines, Luo Ling recognized that it was a quote from Van Gogh.
I walked breathlessly, carrying with me my passion, my indifference, my fury, my gentleness, and my unconditional belief in love.
I stammered and asked him: What's your name?
It all started with your name; from then on, everything else came into being.
"..."
Looking at the strong, resonant handwriting above, my heart started pounding uncontrollably again.
For some reason, she felt that these words were familiar.
It was as if... someone had read it to her ear.
Her fingers suddenly felt as if they weighed a ton.
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