Chapter 34

I dreamed of a path I had never dared to imagine.

In the dream, I was really together with Fu Ziyi.

We were in love, and he treated me as well as ever.

I began to reciprocate his feelings.

We bickered, argued, sometimes picked each other up from work, and cooked dinner together at night.

I didn’t like cooking, so usually he cooked and I washed the dishes.

But he wasn’t a good cook, so every meal became a test of our acting skills-maybe when I thought his eyes looked especially beautiful, I would kiss his eyelids, or maybe more than just his eyes.

We would quarrel and make a fuss, but we were together, ordinary and yet very happy.

Then, after another two or three years, he would naturally propose to me.

I would agree.

Then we would start preparing for the wedding-inviting guests, getting the invitations ready.

When we couldn’t manage everything on our own, we simply called Su Ni and Zhiyi over, and he invited his friends as well.

Zhuozhuo fussed on the side, wanting to join in.

In the end, everyone laughed and tossed aside what they were doing, and started playing with the cat.

But then the scene suddenly shifted.

I was wearing a wedding dress, standing in front of my brother’s tombstone, my face full of happiness.

Smiling, I said to him, “Sorry, brother. All the painful memories about you end here. Now I’m going to be happy.”

At this point in the dream, I was so frightened that I woke up.

The dream felt so real that it took me a long time to recover.

I couldn’t imagine that one day I would forget the pain of losing my brother and, for the sake of some so-called new life, leave him behind at that cold, hard tombstone.

If I ever did that, I would never forgive myself.

At dawn, I packed my things and dragged my suitcase out the door.

But when I opened the door, I found He Wei asleep at the doorstep.

He heard the noise, struggled to open his eyes, and stood up.

I said, “Move.”

He Wei, perhaps still half-asleep, for once didn’t lose his temper. He stepped aside and asked, “Where are you going?”

I said, “None of your business.”

Zhuozhuo wanted to jump down and scratch him, but I held her back, though she still hissed at him.

He Wei looked down at Zhuozhuo and suddenly asked, “Why were you crying yesterday?”

I pressed the elevator button, not wanting to talk to him.

But He Wei wouldn’t let it go, insisting on an answer.

I stared at him and suddenly asked, “He Wei, do you remember saying that we’d never have anything to do with each other again?”

He Wei’s expression froze, as if he had suddenly remembered something.