Chiang Xiao's body stiffened abruptly.
Meng Xinian realized it immediately, but he thought she was feeling sorry for him, and immediately comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."
How could this be a dream?
She had once vaguely "seen" him in a past life, crippled, sitting alone in a dim and cold room, solitary and desolate.
Chiang Xiao really couldn't imagine, with Meng Xinian's domineering character now, if he really lived that kind of life, how utterly defeated and depressed he must have felt.
She had also thought that fortunately that was a past life, and he had the chance to start over, to live a different life.
But she had never expected that he would actually dream of his past life!
"And then?" Her voice was a bit rough as she asked again.
"Then? There was no then, just sitting in that room all the time. There was a caregiver who looked after me, a very strong uncle who had to carry me from the bed to the wheelchair every day."
"You dreamed all this?"