She put her hand on Hang Feng's forehead and said with a blank expression: "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't have a fever."

Hang Feng grabbed Song Yi's wrist and said: "That day when I sent you home, you asked me to swear an oath."

"Remember, I just said it casually." Song Yi looked at Hang Feng with a speechless expression, and said: "I just read a few novels about domineering CEOs in the past two days, you can't even take such a joke?"

Hang Feng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I say you are really sick." Song Yi rolled his eyes. "I'm so wronged by asking you to swear. Is it necessary for you to remember such a small thing until now? It is said that you will dream about something at night if you think about it during the day. You can have such a strange dream. You must have thought about it a lot in your daily life, right? Do you also like to read novels about domineering presidents?"

Hang Feng's voice was hoarse, and he said, "Is this really just a dream?"

Song Yi asked him back, "What else? You don't think this really happened, do you? You were reborn? If you can think so much, why don't you write a novel?"

But after hearing what Song Yi said, Hang Feng was still silent, as if he was thinking about the truth.

Song Yi took a deep breath, as if she felt a little tired, and asked him: "I will ask you the simplest question. If I really fall in love and get married with someone else, will you imprison me? Will you kill me?"

"No." Hang Feng answered without thinking, and then repeated his original oath. He said: "I promised you that if one day, I will die before hurting you."

"And... as long as he really likes you, I will bless you and I will be really happy for you."

"What's there to worry about? You look taciturn, and I don't know what you're thinking about. You're also a blackened imprisoned person, you're in your second year of middle school, don't you feel ashamed to say it out loud?" Song Yi said, and touched both sides of his arms with great disgust, and continued to complain: "I'm getting goosebumps."

At this moment, grandma's voice rang: "Yi Yi, Xiao Feng, here!"

Song Yi hurried over, greeted grandma affectionately, and then took the cakes.

Before returning to the dormitory, Song Yi looked at Hang Feng and warned: "Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said tonight. If you dare to say this kind of thing to Murong Huan and embarrass me, I will never let you go." After

Song Yi finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the dormitory.

Grandma shouted, "Xiao Feng, come home, what are you daydreaming about?"

"It's okay, grandma."

Hang Feng followed his grandma, and the two of them got on the last bus.

The boy sat by the window with his eyes downcast, but Song Yi's words today remained in his mind.

It seems reasonable to say that you will dream about something at night if you think about it during the day.

Just like she said, since he can be sure that he will not do these things. So is it necessary to delve into whether all this really happened or was it an absurd dream?

The answer is -

no.