My name is Xu Zhuohua.
Is she a second-year history student? Or the wife of the historical figure Cheng Muyun?
I don't know, and I'm not entirely sure, whether time travel really exists.
I admit that I like Cheng Muyun. His photo in the history book has been something I admired for a long time when I was young.
Cheng Muyun was a notorious mad young marshal in history, who killed countless people throughout his life and deserved to die.
However, because of his upright-looking photo, I've always had the feeling that he was wronged.
Perhaps because of this thought, during the period when I had a fever, convulsions, and was in a coma, all my dreams were about Cheng Muyun.
But the dream was so vivid that I doubted it was happening in the real world.
I feel like I've really traveled back to 1920.
I met Cheng Muyun, who was feeling down, and fell in love with him at first sight.
I knew his wife would die, but I still married him without hesitation, thinking that with my knowledge of modern history, I would definitely be able to escape death and prevent him from going astray.
However, as I walked along, I suddenly realized that trying to change history with my own power was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
I did not die, but I almost lost half my life and could no longer be myself; I became an anonymous person.
Fortunately, despite their best efforts, Cheng Muyun survived.
But Cheng Muyun also died, and he could no longer be Cheng Muyun, so he changed his name.
He became Mr. Zhou, and I became Mrs. Zhou.
It's okay, at least we're still alive, and we've walked hand in hand for over forty years.
I think there must be no couple in this world as lucky as us.
During my coma, I experienced almost a lifetime, so when I woke up and saw the boy lying next to my bed, I was filled with deep suspicion.
Because he looks so much like Cheng Muyun, it made me think I wasn't dreaming, yet it also made me doubt whether I was dreaming at all.
Later, I learned that he paid out of his own pocket to hire a caregiver for me for five months.
However, I didn't have time to thank him. The only thing I needed to confirm after waking up was whether Cheng Muyun was a good person or not.
Because in my dream, he was a good person. He followed Xiao Wuxin and did many good things. Even at the height of his infamy, he used all his troops to support Xiao Wuxin's revolutionary cause.
He doesn't pursue fame or fortune, but he also doesn't want to suffer a century of infamy, does he?
Although she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, Xu Zhuohua felt as if she had accompanied Cheng Muyun through his entire life.
I love him, and that can't just be empty words.
I love him, both in the past and in the future.
I love him, so she felt it was necessary to clear his name.
So I boarded the high-speed train to Shanghai.
Because during the time I was in a coma, it was the Xu family in Shanghai who paid for my medical expenses.
Strangely, I had heard about the power of the Xu family in Shanghai when I was a child, but I never had any contact with them.
In my dream, I learned that I am a descendant of Xu Jixin, his third-generation descendant. Some of them returned to Dongzhou, while others stayed in Shanghai.
It's impossible for my family's genealogy to appear in my dreams, clearly showing the trajectory of our entire family.
I need to find out exactly what connection Cheng Muyun had with the Eastbound South Route.
Fortunately, as soon as the Xu family heard my name, they told me everything.
It turns out that everything that happened in my dream was real.
Cheng Muyun is an honest and good person.
He should not be stigmatized.
I found a history professor at the university, the professor I had been in contact with. He had always believed that Cheng Muyun was a good person, and his greatest wish in life was to exonerate Cheng Muyun.
Upon learning this, he immediately began to research and conduct interviews.
By the time we found the information, it was already several weeks after I had regained consciousness.
But it seems I still haven't moved on from that era.
Although the shackles that bound me during that darkest era have disappeared, the feeling of being imprisoned remains.
Until I ran into that boy again.
Coincidentally, his name is Cheng Muyun, and he is the son of that history professor.
The moment I saw him again, I knew without a doubt that he was Cheng Muyun!
Although we should be complete strangers, I couldn't suppress the flutter in my heart when I saw his back.
In terms of psychological age, I'm actually a hundred years old, so how could I be so easily frightened by such a trivial matter?
So I mustered up my courage and greeted him in a manner that resembled an old woman teasing a young man.
However, what is familiar is that I also think I saw the look in his eyes when he first met Cheng Muyun at Huian Temple.
His pupils dilated slightly, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, as if he recognized me.
It was only later that I realized he had been observing me as an intern for five months; how could he not recognize me? Perhaps he hadn't expected me to greet him directly.
It terrified him, a young man in his early twenties.
However, later, as I spent more time with him, I discovered that his personality was exactly like Cheng Muyun's.
It's great that I met Cheng Muyun again after leaving him.
However, I feel it's unfair to Cheng Muyun in the modern world because I carry the memories of Xu Zhuohua from my past life. Therefore, I cannot reciprocate his sincerity.
I escaped more than once or twice.
While I was busy trying to clear Cheng Muyun's name, I saw Cheng Muyun every day.
The name Cheng Muyun has occupied almost my entire life.
I've never been able to tell which Cheng Muyun I truly love.
Is it the Cheng Muyun who died in history, or the living Cheng Muyun in front of me? If only they were the same person.
The Xu Zhuohua of the past was me, and the Xu Zhuohua of the present is me. But if I fall in love with someone else now, would I be considered a betrayer in a relationship?
It wasn't until Qixi Festival that I learned from Cheng Muyun that he had the same memories as me.
Unlike my coma, he experienced Cheng Muyun's entire life in his sleep.
He said, “I wasn’t sure before, I always thought it was a dream, but those memories forced their way into my memory and they matched everything that happened. You said you were a second-year history student who died from a fever and convulsions. Now, isn’t this the time for you to wake up?”
At first, he was hesitant because he wasn't sure if I had the memory, but I started to clear Cheng Muyun's name and even produced a lot of evidence that could only be obtained through personal experience.
Therefore, he was certain that I was his original Xu Zhuohua.
I've finally confirmed that he is indeed my Cheng Muyun.
The world is full of strange and wonderful things. I cannot explain how, during the five months I was in a coma, I experienced the life of a woman with the same name.
Science cannot explain it either. Every night after I wake up, Cheng Muyun's life is pieced together.
Fortunately, our love was able to continue.
Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua can finally bloom in this wonderful era, enjoying the happiness of peace and tranquility.
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