Lin Xiaomo's dark eyes flickered. After a moment of contemplation, he attempted to interpret the dream:
"The mist symbolizes Fanfan's inner confusion and uncertainty, while the stone bridge symbolizes the distance between you and me."
“My leading you across the stone bridge into the bright meadow symbolizes Fanfan’s deep-seated trust in me and—” emotional closeness.
Lin Xiao swallowed the last four words; he didn't say them aloud.
So, after a fierce internal struggle, she did subconsciously fall in love with herself?
Meng Fanxue's eyes sparkled. "Brother Lin Xiao, you're so smart! Your interpretation is exactly what I was thinking! That's what I was thinking too."
Lin Xiao pursed his lips and gave a few dry laughs, but remained silent.
The two played a few more games of chess until 10:30 p.m. before finally going to bed at the bedroom at the urging of Zhao's mother.
Lin Xiao had no particular preference about which room he would sleep in; it was entirely up to the customer's wishes.
Anyway, this is the last time.
Seeing that the young lady hadn't arranged accommodations for Mr. Lin, Aunt Zhao wanted to arrange a guest room for herself. "Mr. Lin, would it be alright if you stayed in a guest room on the second floor?"
Lin Xiao: "Sure."
But then Meng Fanxue said, "Aunt Zhao, go back to sleep. We don't need you here."
Aunt Zhao glanced at Lin Xiao, hesitating as if to speak, then said, "Miss, you are a young lady now. There is a difference between men and women. You must not do anything to hurt the master."
Meng Fanxue, her face flushed with shame and indignation, said, "Shut up. How could I possibly do anything to upset Dad looking like this?"
Aunt Zhao shut her mouth awkwardly and gave Lin Xiao another deep look.
“Mr. Lin, you are a well-mannered young man. You must not bully my young lady.”
Lin Xiao chuckled helplessly, "Yes, I know, Aunt Zhao."
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