The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

It was another sweltering summer night. The moonlight gently spilled onto the windowsill, and a light breeze stirred the curtains, bringing a rare touch of coolness.

Shang Yibo lay on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep, once again sinking into the abyss of dreams.

He dreamed again, he didn't even know how many times he had dreamed about that girl.

However, this time the feeling was completely different from before.

In the past, the girl was always a blurry outline and a faint shadow, but this time, she existed clearly in his dream. Without any rounding, he dreamed of her as a real person.

Some unsettled emotions, a lingering, inexplicable longing, vaguely surface, yet the figure remains unfocused.

In his dream, everything felt so real. He could clearly feel every subtle movement and emotional fluctuation of the girl, as if there had never been any distance between them.

He could even smell her fragrance and feel her gentle breath and the light touch of her fingers.

"Wang Jie, I'll go to Beijing with you. Have you prepared all the documents for the visa interview?"

"You've been to Beijing? You've been to Tsinghua and Peking Universities?"

"Of course I'm familiar with Tsinghua and Peking University College; I grew up here."

"Why are you so pale? Don't scare me." The girl's voice trembled with worry as she hugged Shang Yibo tightly.

Shang Yibo's body trembled uncontrollably in the girl's arms, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.

The girl hugged him even tighter, as if trying to use her body heat to dispel the chill from his body.

Her soft, warm breasts pressed tightly against Shang Yibo's body, conveying a sense of inexplicable comfort and strength.

At that moment, their hearts seemed to be tightly linked, sharing the sudden fear and unease...

However, as the dream faded and Shang Yibo woke up, everything in the dream seemed to shatter into pieces, and the real her disappeared as well. Only the sense of loss and the lingering longing in his heart remained, haunting him like a shadow.

He finally realized that it was a dream, yet it wasn't a dream; they had truly existed, but he didn't know where he had left them.

Countless times, he could deeply feel her, the one who always lingered in his heart.

He was once unable to say for sure where she came from or when she began to exist.

That feeling of love, which arose from nowhere and ran deep, pierced his heart, causing him excruciating pain every time he "remembered" it.

That kind of pain goes deep into the bone marrow and is everywhere.

It felt as if a sharp knife was cutting into his heart. He couldn't even pinpoint the source of the pain, yet he truly felt that piercing agony.

Although the content of each dream is different, after waking up, some people can remember some scenes, while others are vague and almost entirely forgotten.

However, all his dreams evoked the same feeling in him: bitterness and pain. And regardless of whether he remembered them or not, there was always a blurry figure, his face indistinct, seemingly the same person, yet not quite, both familiar and strange.

Only today, in the dream he just woke up from, was he able to clearly remember that figure and see that blurry face that had been appearing in his dreams.

Yes, it was her.

She wasn't someone from his dreams; she was a girl who had actually been there for him, a girl who had always been by his side, a girl who had told him that everything would be alright when he was at his most helpless.

In the two years since he traveled back in time, Shang Yibo has often had the same dream. However, those dreams that he once thought were real actually happened.

That summer, those people, those events, and her—if they were all real, then where is she now?

He woke up to find it was still night, the sky still dark, yet he couldn't fall back asleep. So he lay flat on the bed, waiting for the dawn to illuminate the curtains, letting himself unabashedly yearn for someone.

"I finally know it's you. Where are you, Zhou Yanruo?"

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