Everyone dreams.
While nothing is absolute and there may be people who have never dreamed in their entire lives, Ning Feng felt that this statement was generally correct.
After all, the saying "nothing is absolute" is itself a very absolute statement.
For Ning Feng, dreaming used to be a very magical thing.
Dreams are illogical and can develop freely.
The chaotic unfolding of his dreams provided him with a satisfying sense of joy upon waking.
Unlike some people who find dreaming tiring and painful, Ning Feng used to enjoy dreaming.
That would allow him to relax his tense mind and prevent him from completely breaking down.
As for why it's "in the past," that's quite intriguing.
"Tell me why?"
Waking up from the absurd dream, Ning Feng looked at the black cat beside him, who was likely the instigator, and sighed.
Waking up in a somewhat familiar cabin, Ning Feng lay on a sofa covered with animal fur and pulled back the blanket covering him.
Looking at the black cat curled up under the blanket, breathing evenly against his chest, Ning Feng blinked.
He didn't complain, but instead sighed and reached out to stroke the black cat's fur.
You wicked woman, you make it impossible for anyone to sleep peacefully.
Good or bad.
After being touched by Ning Feng, the black cat's calm breathing changed, and then it slowly opened its eyes.
A young face was reflected in his ruby-like eyes, then he yawned widely and shook his head.
"Don't shake it so much that cat hair is everywhere."
Strangely, this time, when faced with Ning Feng's criticism, the black cat did not show the same smug smile as before.
"Meow?"
The black cat really was just an ordinary black cat, meowing softly and letting out a lazy whimper as it was being petted.
"What are you meowing for? Speak up! Don't play the kitten with me right now. I'm not angry."
Ning Feng genuinely had no intention of being disturbed from his peaceful dream; he was simply tired and wanted to get a good night's sleep.
"Can't you just let me have a good dream? I'm so tired, I want to sleep."
It glanced strangely at Ning Feng, who was blinking at it but not continuing the massage, and then, as if losing interest, got up and walked away with light, cat-like steps.
Um? ? ?
"Why are you running? I haven't finished speaking..."
Ning Feng's silence was fine, but the moment he opened his mouth, the black cat ran even faster, disappearing into the room in a puff of smoke.
Ning Feng was left alone, standing there with his hand raised, staring blankly in the direction where the black cat had disappeared.
"Again? What's going on?"
What are you doing, woman?
Is this a case of playing hard to get?
Why are you suddenly doing this?
What, do you think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of others?
...I really am.
Standing up from the sofa, Ning Feng yawned and stretched vigorously.
Hmm! Ah...hmm?
Kakaka...
Hearing the clicking sounds coming from his body, Ning Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise.
oh?
In this dream, I didn't seem to be in sync with reality.
My body seems to be aging?
Without that feeling of strength in my body, I felt like I had returned to the state of an ordinary person, one who doesn't exercise much.
This feeling was even weaker than in the arena of the Star Chaser tournament.
"This body is so fragile."
It feels like it will break if I apply even the slightest force.
and……
Ning Feng raised his hand and touched his back, which felt somewhat strange; he felt its rough texture.
"…………"
Ning Feng's brow furrowed, and he touched it again, confirming the sensation repeatedly.
It's a scar.
Moreover, if Ning Feng's senses were correct, his entire back was covered with dense scars.
New wounds are created only when old scars have not fully healed.
Just as Ning Feng had expected, when he rolled up his sleeves, there were also crisscrossing, hideous scars beneath them.
"That's strange?"
After feeling Ning Feng up and down, I found that apart from his face, neck, and hands, there were scars all over his body.
Whipping, burning, puncture, slashing...
"What exactly is my identity in this dream, that I should be subjected to such an excessive beating?"
Could it be that I'm incredibly lucky?
A lucky seal?
Only someone like this deserves such a beating, right?
The wound had healed, and Grandpa Ning Feng felt nothing unusual. He lowered his sleeve and slowly walked towards the direction where the black cat had disappeared.
He pushed open the door and saw a sea of flowers shining with a crystal-clear light.
Unidentifiable white flowers were planted in swathes around the wooden house, emitting a mysterious glow that illuminated the dark night.
Looking around, Ning Feng noticed that the black cat had disappeared, and all he could find was the trace of a cluster of flowers being gently pushed aside.
"Here?"
Since this was his own dream, Ning Feng wasn't worried about any mysterious accidents and simply followed the trail.
rustle……
The flowers rustled underfoot, their soft sound particularly clear in the quiet night.
As he walked, Ning Feng admired the beautiful scenery while pondering the significance of Ariana bringing him here.
What did she mean by dragging me into such a strange dream?
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