Qiao An shook her head, furrowing her brows, "I called out to you, but you just ignored me. Then I chased after you. Guess what I saw?"
"What did you see?"
"The person you're holding hands with looks exactly like me."
Qiao An was still angry as she talked about it, bringing the anger from the dream into the present, and pinched him.
Mu Jingxi: "..."
How unreasonable this is.
He held her and coaxed, "Dreams are always opposite. How could I be holding someone else?"
"Who knows." Qiao An was also perplexed, "Do you think dreams might be hinting at something?"
Her clear gaze fixed intently on him, seeking a definite answer.
Mu Jingxi chuckled, rubbing her head, "You're overthinking it. Is it that you're under a lot of stress lately?"
"No stress." So she ruled out the possibility of stress.
"It's really just a dream, don't be afraid."
Qiao An knew it was just a dream, but it bothered her all day.
