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Hong Chen sat on the slanted rooftop, feeling a bit scared. It was her first time sitting on such a roof. She tightly clutched Luo Mengqi's arm and asked anxiously, "Mengqi, what if we fall?"
Luo Mengqi looked at her calmly and replied, "We won't!"
"Really?" Hong Chen still felt a bit uneasy.
"Yes, really." Luo Mengqi smiled gently at Hong Chen. Only then did Hong Chen relax her grip on Luo Mengqi's arm. Suddenly, Yiling popped up and said, "Don't worry, if you fall, we'll catch you!" This startled Hong Chen, causing her to scream. Geng Qing chuckled to himself nearby. Hong Chen shot him a glare and said, "What are you laughing at? Want to try it yourself?"
Geng Qing quickly waved his hands and said, "No thanks, I'm good!"
Luo Mengqi simply smiled lightly and gazed quietly into the distance. Seeing Luo Mengqi staring intently at the sky, occasionally breaking into a faint smile, Hong Chen couldn't help but ask, "Mengqi, what's on your mind?"
Luo Mengqi gently shook her head but continued to look at the sky. Yiling cheerfully answered Hong Chen's question, "Oh, she's just thinking about her husband."
"Husband?" Hong Chen was surprised, while Geng Qing felt a twinge of disappointment inside.
At that moment, Luo Mengqi turned her head and glared at Yiling. "You little brat, you're just fond of that girl around him."
Hearing that Luo Mengqi liked someone gave Geng Qing a glimmer of hope as he slightly smiled.
"Mengqi, come on, tell me your story!" Hong Chen had a particular fondness for hearing about other people's romantic tales. Initially, Luo Mengqi refused because she knew that she and Sima Chuan were not in that kind of relationship yet, and she wasn't sure how he felt about her either. Yiling kept pestering Luo Mengqi to share the story.
Unable to withstand the persistent requests from Hong Chen and Yiling, Luo Mengqi finally relented. Geng Qing quietly listened from the side.
"He has always been an orphan, wandering alone outside. His favorite thing is to quietly watch the night sky, especially when there are stars. I imagine he must have done that often while he was wandering!"
Yiling seemed a bit impatient now; she pinched Luo Mengqi's nose and said, "Stop with your guesses and just tell us what happened between you two."
Luo Mengqi touched her slightly painful nose and shouted at Yiling, "Are you trying to get killed? Then I won't say anything." With that, she stood up. Hong Chen quickly grabbed Luo Mengqi, acting as a mediator for a moment. "Alright, Mengqi, Yiling didn't mean it!" Hong Chen shot a glance at Yiling, who hurriedly stood up, shaking Luo Mengqi's arm and pouting, "Sister, I didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive me this once! Can we sit down and continue? I was wrong!"
Luo Mengqi felt goosebumps all over and quickly interrupted Yiling, fearing she would go on. "Okay, I'm scared of you now. Let's continue; is that alright?"
Yiling nodded and giggled before pulling Luo Mengqi back down to sit.
Luo Mengqi cleared her throat and continued, "That time, we were on the rooftop looking at the night sky. He suddenly pointed at the sky and asked me, 'If you had a choice, would you want to be the moon or a star?' I was curious why he asked that out of the blue, so I asked him back, 'What would you choose?' He smiled and said, 'I would choose to be a star.' I was intrigued because I already had my answer, so I asked him, 'Why?' He smiled again and said, 'Because in the night sky, there's only one moon; it's too dazzling. I like stars because there are many of them in the sky; they are ordinary, and I want to live an ordinary life.' Of course, I knew what he meant, so I let him guess what I would choose. He straightforwardly answered with 'the moon.'
He explained that my personality is proud; I hope everyone aligns with me and revolves around me. Just like the moon."
Luo Mengqi paused for a moment. "That was his answer to me and also why I love looking at the night sky."
"Mengqi, what was his name?" Hong Chen asked eagerly.
"Sima Chuan."
Liu Chuan and the others wouldn't have sat on the rooftop looking at the night sky during their free time if it weren't for Sima Chuan's influence.
While Sima Chuan gazed at the sparse stars in the night sky, he heard a girl softly calling his name. He turned to look at Liu Chuan and the others; they were chatting and hadn't called him. Who was calling me? Sima Chuan felt a bit strange—was he imagining things?
"Achoo..." Sima Chuan sneezed unconsciously. Liu Chuan and the others all looked over simultaneously.
"Uh, what's wrong?" Sima Chuan felt a bit embarrassed.
Liu Chuan broke the awkward atmosphere. "Sima Chuan, you’re not coming down with something, are you?"
"Hey? A cold?" Sima Chuan touched his nose and said, "It shouldn't be! It's just a bit strange."
"What's strange about it? It's winter now, it's cold, so catching a cold is expected," Shang Qiong didn't believe that Sima Chuan wouldn't catch a cold wearing just two layers in this freezing weather.
Sima Chuan didn't want to explain much about Shang Qiong's comment. "It's not about that; it's something else."
"What is it?" Liu Feng leaned in closer.
"It's something very strange," Sima Chuan scratched his head, deep in thought.
"Come on, tell us!" Yu Qin urged, eager to hear what Sima Chuan had to say. After all, they knew too little about him. Liu Qing and Hu Xing also looked at Sima Chuan with anticipation.
Seeing their expressions, Sima Chuan sighed and said, "I have been having the same dream every night. Although sometimes the dreams differ, they are mostly similar, and there is always one person who appears throughout."
"A dream?" The others exchanged surprised glances and asked in unison, "What kind of dream?"
Liu Chuan and the others were curious about why Sima Chuan had similar dreams every night and why one person always appeared in them. Even Sima Chuan himself didn't know the answer because he felt a sense of familiarity with the scenes in his dreams, yet they also felt strange, as if they were part of lost memories.
Shang Qiong placed her hands on her hips and stared at Sima Chuan, asking, "Who is that person in your dream?"
"Come on, hurry up!" Liu Chuan urged from the side.
"Be honest; you might even get to keep your whole body."
"Is it a man or a woman?"
Liu Feng and the others gathered around, making Sima Chuan feel like a criminal on trial. With no other choice, Sima Chuan quickly interrupted their barrage of questions, "Alright, I’ll tell you."
Sima Chuan surrendered and confessed honestly, "The person in my dream is a girl with long hair. Her appearance is quite vague; I can't see her face clearly, but I feel like she's about my age."
After hearing this, everyone began to speculate in their hearts. Shang Qiong was the first to voice her thoughts, though it still felt like an interrogation. "Are you in debt to someone emotionally? Did you two have a conflict and end up arguing, and she pushed you into the river?"
Liu Chuan immediately asked, "Chuan, is that true?"
Sima Chuan shook his head and replied, "I don't know. I can't remember anything right now."
He began to recall the incident in his mind, but as he thought about falling into the river, a sharp pain shot through his head. To ease the discomfort, Sima Chuan pressed his hands against his temples and shook his head repeatedly.
Seeing the pained expression on Sima Chuan's face and his frantic movements, the others quickly urged him to stop thinking about it. One by one, they returned to their rooms. Sima Chuan lay on the bed, unable to sleep at all because deep down, he had a feeling that he would soon meet the girl from his dreams.
After returning to her room, Shang Qiong leaned against the door and a tear fell from her eye as she murmured, "Perhaps we really are fated to be apart."
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