Besides, the man in her dreams had to be a high-ranking official. He was so sharp, he seemed like someone from the Ministry of Justice.
There were so many coincidences between them. 'Could my cousin be the man from my dreams?'
At the thought, a tremor ran through Zhi Wan's heart, and she clenched her fists.
But after thinking about it, she shook her head.
'No, it's impossible. How could my cousin be the man from my dreams?'
Zhi Wan dismissed her own absurd idea.
Her cousin was always self-disciplined and austere, showing no interest in women. There were even rumors that he preferred men. But the man in her dreams was completely different. In her dreams, he would kiss her, sometimes with a bone-deep passion. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him wantonly reckless. Moreover, that man was so domineering—he had even threatened her the night before last. Her cousin was nothing like him; he would never force or threaten her.
They were two completely different people.
