More than ever, I wish I could dream, because dreaming is to know what's going on.

But I didn't dream in the second half of the night.

When I woke up again, I still didn't know anything.

I sat blankly on the bed and looked out the window, the dreams of last night were very clear in my mind, as if I had never forgotten them, those memories that belonged to me in the first place.

The number on the clock in the room was already pointing to twelve, and there was a slight sound outside the door of my mother vacuuming.

Usually at this point my mother would have called me for dinner, but not today, I know what the reason is, and I understand her.

Besides, I don't know what expression to use to face her now.

Do you pretend that nothing happened, or do you go to question with a look of indignation?

No matter what kind of expression it is, it doesn't fit.

I can't do it as if nothing happened, and neither can my mom.

Not to mention the impact on the guests who came to my wedding with Ishin, my actions have already caused a lot of damage to Ishin.

I know what a wedding means to a girl, but I've made Ishin the bride who has been slipped away from marriage in many people's mouths.

I can almost imagine what the unsightly words would be in the mouths of those people.

Although I was born to my mother, my mother also has feelings for Yixin, and this matter is indeed something I did not consider.

She was right to have a grudge in her heart.

But in fact, I also have a grudge against my mother.

I blamed her for keeping me in the dark with Yixin, refusing to tell me the truth, and making me chase around like a headless fly and still find nothing.

But what can I do? I know that she will answer me in one sentence for all my questions—

I'm for your good.

I opened the bedside drawer with some annoyance and took out Xia Yan's diary, wanting to see if there were any details in it that I had missed.

When I took out Xia Yan's diary, I accidentally touched the round keychain on the table, and it "gurgling" and fell under the bed.

I sighed, put Xia Yan's diary on the bed, and leaned on the floor to look under the bed, trying to take out the round keychain.

It was a commemorative gift from Esin on my first anniversary.

Although I chose to run away and embarrassed Yixin at the wedding, it didn't mean that I didn't love her.

I just can't accept the fact that she's been cheating on me.

The keychain was a little bit inside, and it was pitch black under the bed, which I didn't see at first.

I took out my phone, turned on my phone's flashlight and shone it under the bed.

The keychain was about half an arm's length away from me, and I reached for it, but not far from the keychain, I found a brown box.

I didn't know it existed as long as I can remember.

But I've never had much confidence in my memory, and I wouldn't need to be so bored if my memory could be of some use.

I simply took out the brown box as well.

The brown box had a thick layer of ash on it, and it looked like it had been sitting for some years.

I found some paper towels to wipe the thick layer of ash off it, and was about to open it when I found a small combination lock on the side of the box.

I tried, but it couldn't be opened by brute force.

But what is the password?

There were four digits in the password, and I had no clue and tentatively entered the month and day of my birth.

After a slightly dull "pop", I realized that the box had actually been opened by me.

At first, I didn't think the brown box had anything to do with Xia Yan, and I thought it might be my birth certificate or something that my mom kept with me.

But when I opened the brown box, I was greeted by a photo of me and Xia Yan.

In the photo, we have young faces, wearing school uniforms, and smiling brightly and brightly.

I know when it was, it was my high school.

It was also when I met Xia Yan, we didn't have much trouble at that time, and we always felt that we would be together for a lifetime.

There was a thick pile of photos in the brown box, all of which were the bits and pieces related to Xia Yan that I had just regained my memory, and the more I looked at it, the more sour my my heart became.

Xia Yan and I have so many fond memories.

Now I don't even know where her people are.

While I had gone through all the photos, I found a letter.

The envelope is pink, which is Xia Yan's favorite color.

TO: Chen Ye

I recognize the beautiful handwriting on the cover, it was written by Xia Yan.

My hand holding the letter trembled slightly, and I was both expectant and afraid.

I was expecting news from Xia Yan on it, but I was afraid that the content inside would push me into the abyss.

I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed to open the letter.

But by the time I read the letter, my face was full of tears.

I couldn't believe it, it blasted my heart to pieces like a cannonball.

I put the photo in a brown box, along with the letter.

I hugged the brown box, opened the door and walked down.

There are some things that I still want to ask my mom.

As I went downstairs, the sound of the vacuum cleaner stopped, and I fell into a strange silence.

My mom looked up at me coming down, and when she saw the brown box in my hand, her mood calmed down.

She put the vacuum cleaner aside and sat on the couch waiting for me.

It seemed that she had known that there would be such a moment.

I sat on the bench next to the coffee table and faced my mom.

"Xia Yan, she-" I wanted to speak and stopped, and I couldn't say anything choked in my throat.

"Yes. My mom knew what I wanted to ask, and she nodded at me with a regretful look on her face and replied.

When I heard my mother's answer, I felt like the sky was falling in my world, and what I had been looking for was long gone.

"Ahh

I have thought about this possibility, but I have never been willing to believe it, and even subconsciously avoided it.

But today, this answer is in front of me, and I don't even have a chance to escape.

It just appeared naked in front of my eyes, forcing me to accept it.

My mom saw me and got up and patted me on the back.

I felt my internal organs tearing and my whole body cracking from the inside out.

"Mom...... Mom ...... "I slapped my head, and I felt a thousand bugs gnawing inside: "Is everything written in this letter true?"

I struggled to pick up the letter in the brown box and handed it to my mother, and even though I had a decision in my heart, I still had a faint glimmer of hope that I wanted to hear a "no" from her mouth. ”