Ruan Hongzhuang had a dream last night, and the dream was not complicated.
Grandma went to meet an old man with white hair, smiling and calling him Junior Brother.
Of course, Junior Brother couldn't see her, but she stayed by his side, accompanying him to read, to watch him play chess and paint, to grow flowers together in the yard, and to stroll with him in the park.
No matter how you looked at it, it was all wrong, but Ruan Hongzhuang thought it was just a rather absurd dream, so she didn't care much about it.
But now, hearing Shen Siyuan speak about it, she instantly realized that it may not have been just a dream.
Because the dream was too real, too logical.
"How can... How can this be?"
Before Shen Siyuan could speak, she emphasized, "My grandparents, they had a very good relationship."
"Is all that true?" Ruan Hongzhuang still found it hard to believe.
"Of course it's true, what you dreamed of is the reflection of your grandma's consciousness, it really exists."
