This is...her funeral hall?!
Shen Tangning suddenly took a few steps back, looking at the coffin parked beside her with surprise and uncertainty, and suddenly dared not go forward.
Will she see another version of herself in that?
But she's standing here perfectly fine. Could this be her past life?
Footsteps came from the doorway. She subconsciously turned her head to look. Light and shadow swept from behind the person, painting a hazy white edge on the hem of his robe.
No matter how hard Shen Tangning tried, she couldn't see the man's face clearly. She could only tell that he was tall and slender, and the way he walked gave her a sense of déjà vu.
As they got closer, she belatedly realized she should move aside, only to see him walk straight through her, which startled her.
Turning my head, I saw a hand with distinct knuckles gently caressing the memorial tablet, its fingertips tracing the inscribed characters, conveying an indescribable meaning.
He remained silent throughout, but she could feel a heavy sense of oppression that made it hard for her to breathe.
Is it really possible that anyone would be saddened by her death?
In her past life, when she died, all those close to her passed away before her, and she couldn't understand why there was such a person.
Shen Tangning trembled, suddenly eager to know who this person was, why he was in her mourning hall, and whether he had also carved this memorial tablet.
That hand looked so familiar, but it was covered in calluses and scars, so different from what she remembered that she almost didn't recognize it.
A blinding white light flashed before her eyes. Sensing something, Shen Tangning lunged forward desperately to see the other person's face clearly, and then she saw—
A banquet hall that was somewhat unfamiliar to her.
His eyes were deep and dark, filled with a profound sorrow, his gaze piercing straight through her, as if meeting her eyes directly.
“Shen Tangning”.
...
Startled awake from her dream, Shen Tangning clutched her chest, gasping for breath, still shaken.
Her hair was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to her temples. A dense, sharp pain shot through her heart. She gradually pulled herself out of that state, but her eyes were unusually blank.
How could she dream about Chi Yan?
It was still in her mourning hall, but Chi Yan had already passed away many years before she died. How could he possibly be there?
Upon careful recollection, Chi Yan's appearance seemed somewhat different from what he remembered. He had lost the youthful vigor of his younger days, and his expression was cold and aloof, giving off an air of indifference that kept people at a distance.
Time had left subtle marks on the corners of his eyes; she had never seen Chi Yan like that before.
Yet when he called her name, it was with such deep sorrow and grief.
Hearing the noise, Xueqing, who was sleeping in the side room, rubbed her eyes and came in to check, looking surprised: "Why is Miss awake?"
She stepped forward with the lamp in hand and saw that the girl's face was pale and she seemed somewhat frightened. She quickly put down the lamp and patted her back reassuringly: "Miss, are you having a nightmare?"
Shen Tangning frowned slightly and opened her mouth: "Xueqing, I dreamed of Chi Yan."
The worry in Xueqing's eyes instantly turned into a smile, and she looked at her with a mischievous grin: "Isn't this normal?"
"But……"
This dream was so bizarre.
Xueqing teased with a smile, "It's only been a few days since the young master left, does Miss already miss him?"
Shen Tangning did not deny it. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she silently wrapped her arms around her knees.
She really misses Chi Yan right now.
Could it be that she dreamt of such a scene because she missed him so much?
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