C12 (1/2)

Ruo Lan saw a man in black in her dream. The look on his face was vaguely familiar. His handsome appearance made her unable to restrain herself from pouncing on him, biting and biting him.

After a long while, she let out a satisfied mumble, smacked her tongue, and let him go with a smile. She turned around with her back facing him, arched her butt, and fell asleep with satisfaction.

A gentle breeze blew the black shadow out of the window, dragging its lonely back as it slowly walked into the depths of the night.

When the birds were crowing in the middle of the night, Ruo Lan rubbed her sleepy eyes, rolled on the bed and muttered, ”I'm so sleepy. I really don't want to get up. I'll sleep a little longer, just a little bit more …”

In his dream, that handsome youth was still smiling at him.

The young girl let out a cute smile and slept for a while with her eyes squinted.

In her half dream, Ruo Lan heard her father cough. Ruo Lan immediately woke up.

Kicking off his blanket and clothes, he rushed towards his father and shouted, ”Father, are you hungry? Lan'er will get up and cook now. ”

In the backyard, Flowery Father replied, ”Daddy is not hungry. Sleep for a while longer.”

”It's okay, I'm up. I'll go pick some herbs and visit Xiao Qi at the Taohua monastery.” Ruo Lan replied loudly.

By the time the sun peeked out from the top of the hill, Ruo Lan was already leaving with her bamboo basket on her back.

She had been in a trance ever since she got up in the morning.

In the short span of a few days, too many things had happened.

He was humiliated and killed; forced by bullies to propose marriage and kill; hurt by rumors, burned by fire, but saved by reprimands …

Father said that mother was a deity …

Last night, he seemed to have dreamt of a black-clothed man.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, they were all real, even warm.

Was it really just a dream?

If it wasn't a dream, then who was it?

Ruo Lan lowered her head as she thought of this. Suddenly, Little Rock grabbed her by the thigh and blocked her way.

”Brat, what are you trying to do?”

Little Rock looked up at her and giggled. ”Big sister Ruo Lan, tell us a story. We want to hear a story!”

A large group of children surrounded her, hugging their thighs and waving their arms. They were all yelling for Ruo Lan to tell them a story.