Ye Zhi had a dream.

She knew she was dreaming, and she wondered if she was dreaming.

Because everything in front of me looks extremely strange and real.

She raised her hand, and the white fingertips were familiar to her, and it was indeed her own hand.

Through the cracks between her fingers, she can see a silvery white surrounding, and the place where she is currently standing is a corridor, with silver-white walls and tiles, revealing a sci-fi feeling everywhere.

It was precisely because of this color that she looked at the end of the corridor and couldn't even tell how long it was.

The feeling of coldness on the wall with your fingertips touching the wall is so real.

The constant feedback of the brain is that it is a dream. However, what he saw and heard told Ye Zhi in another way that it was true.

So which one is true?

Doubts crossed her eyes.

Is it a dream, or has it been unconsciously transferred somewhere?

This doubt did not last long, and he was soon attracted by a figure turning from the fork in the road.

He gradually approached, and his face gradually became clearer, this face Ye Zhi had not seen much, but after getting the leaves of the big seedlings, she deepened her memory, and she easily recognized the other party.

That's Ye Xiang.

is the world where I knew Brother Bai, and when I came over again for the second time, I went to that world with Shu Chunguang to play soy sauce.

is different from the one I saw at that time, although he has a similar face, he looks a lot younger, his handsome face is full of unruliness, his eyebrows are slightly raised, and he is full of youth.

The hair is particularly flamboyant, and it looks slightly second.

This should have been when he was younger.

Ye Zhi came to a conclusion, and then became even more confused, when Ye Xiang was young? She didn't know Ye Xiang, how could she dream of the other party when she was young?

Is this young appearance her imaginary, or is it real?

Ye Zhi couldn't figure it out.

However, this did not prevent her from keeping up with Ye Xiang's footsteps.

Ye Xiang was obviously very familiar with this silver-white corridor, his brows were furrowed all the time, and his face was full of seriousness, which diluted some of his temperament as a second-year teenager and made him look a lot calmer.

He pondered as he walked, not knowing what came to mind, and kicked the wall in anger halfway through.

Soon, Ye Zhi followed him to his destination, obviously there was an extra person in this corridor who was very conspicuous, but Ye Xiang didn't seem to notice her. It is this that makes Ye Zhi feel a little dreaming.

Although she won't be detected, she tries to hide her figure as much as possible.

Ye Xiang didn't know what he pressed, the metal door automatically rose, and he walked in.

Ye Zhi resolutely followed.

The space behind the door is very living, it is a standard bedroom, double bed, mechanical cabin, and folding wardrobe, plus some messy things, piling up the whole space, a little messy, obviously not taken care of these days.

In the middle of these things, there was a man sitting on the ground with his forehead resting on his knees, motionless.

Ye Zhi stood on tiptoe against the wall, trying to pick a free place to put her feet, guessing in her heart, who was the person in the middle?

Perhaps to satisfy her doubts, Ye Xiang looked at the person on the ground and sighed softly.

He stretched out his hand, as if to touch him, but fearing to disturb him, repeated it several times, and finally gave up.

He made a small movement, but the man noticed it. He looked up slowly, revealing an equally familiar face.