197: Chapter 197 Dreamed Shang Cang

Chapter 197 Dreamed Shang Cang

"Huang'er, why have n' t you slept so late?" Just as she was lying on the bed, she felt a bit sleepy when Shang Yu pitiful voice suddenly sounded in her ear. Then, she felt that the bed beside her was slightly sinking. 0

"Shang Yu, you're back?" I immediately hugged his neck with joy.

"What? You missed me?" Shang Yu lightly kissed my lips and looked at me with amusement.

"Let's see. Did you find anything different?" Thinking of something, I immediately sat up and smiled mysteriously at him.

"What's the difference?" Shang Yu looked at me in confusion, then looked around the room. Then, she shook her head helplessly.

"Look on the bed." Seeing his blurry appearance, I couldn't help but remind him.

"In bed?" Shang Yu looked at the blanket in confusion and then looked at me again. However, she was quickly attracted by the pillow behind me?

"You bought it?" Shang Yu picked up a pillow and looked at it carefully. Then, he raised his head and asked me in confusion.

"My mom made it for us. How is it?" "Is it good?" I immediately offered up a treasure and went over to him to take credit for it. It was as if I had done it myself. I couldn't help but find it funny.

"Mother-in-law gave it to us?" Shang Yu's originally gentle expression was replaced by an expression of confusion.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" "Don't you like it?" Looking at his slightly changed expression, I asked cautiously.

After all, pillows were for us to sleep with. If he didn't like them, it would n' t be very good. Moreover, they were given by my mother. If I didn't use them, it would be a little too bad for my mother's thoughts.

"Yes, not bad." As she spoke, Shang Yu put the pillow back where it was and lay down with me.

Seeing him like this, he finally felt relieved. However, seeing him lying there with his eyes open, he couldn't help but feel a little strange." Shang Yu, are you worried?"

"No, go to sleep." Shang Yu gently kissed my face and tightly hugged my eyes...

"Huang'er..." Huang Er... "Where are you?" In the middle of the fog, I heard a man's voice with a wound ringing in my ear. I suddenly opened my eyes. When I saw my surroundings, I was shocked.

The original European-style queen bed was replaced with a huge dragon bed carved with golden dragons. The bright yellow curtain covered my vision, so I could only see everything on the bed clearly.

The same bright yellow bedding could almost dazzle my eyes. The Shang Yu that had been sleeping with me had long since disappeared.

Looking at me again, I had long changed into an ancient dress. It was embroidered with complicated patterns, and it had a bright red color. It had complicated buttons, as if it was a wedding dress worn by an ancient man.

He reached out and touched his hair. As I thought, it was true that only ancient people would wear a bun.

Panic filled his heart as he pulled open the curtain of the bed. In front of him was a very grand palace. It was carved, carved, and painted. It was beautiful, and it gave off a feeling of splendor.

Of course, what scared me the most was that the palace was quiet. There wasn't a single person or a single voice.

"Huang'er..." Huang'er, where are you?" Suddenly, the sad voice sounded again. It followed the voice and looked at it. There was nothing. He was curious about what was going on.

"Huang'er..." Huang'er..." Just as I was puzzled, a voice that was as sad as a devil's voice sounded again, feeling strangely strange in my heart.

"Who? Who's calling me?" I immediately asked loudly.

"Huang'er, you' re finally willing to agree." Following a somewhat familiar male voice, a Shang Yu dressed in a black python robe immediately appeared not far from me.

"Shang Yu." When I saw him, I felt at ease for some reason. When my voice fell, I immediately walked towards him Happy.

Eh, that's not right. When he saw that pair of purple eyes, he suddenly woke up. The movement that was about to jump into his embrace immediately stopped.

"Huang'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Shang Cang, how could it be you?" "Didn't you die?" Looking at his eyes, I asked in confusion.

"Huang'er, do you still remember? "This is the palace that we lived together in our previous life." Shang Cang didn't answer my question. Instead, she looked at me with nostalgia as if she was telling a distant past.

When I heard what he said, I took a close look at the layout of the palace and felt a sense of familiarity. It was as if I had lived here since when, with a familiar aura everywhere.

But that wasn't right. I had n' t been here before, so how could I feel that this place was familiar? Right... He must have used some trick.

Also, he was clearly dead. Why would he appear here again? What was going on? Could it be that he was faking his death? If that was the case, then that would make sense.

"Tell me, what is your plan to bring me here?" After thinking about it, I immediately glared at him and asked.

"Huang'er, it was clearly you who came to find me. Why did you say that?" Obviously, my words hurt Shang Cang.

But, when did I find him? Clearly... That's right, this must be a dream. This must be a dream. When I thought of something, I immediately pinched my thigh...

"Hiss..." A wave of pain hit me and I suddenly opened my eyes.

When he saw himself lying on the big bed of the villa again, he instinctively looked at Shang Yu position. When he heard his uniform breathing, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

So it really was a dream. Fortunately, it was a dream. Otherwise, it would be hard for me to imagine what would happen if Shang Cang were still alive?

With lingering fear, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to think about what he had experienced in his dream.

Was this really a dream? But why was it so real? The experience that seemed to have really happened in front of me made me feel so flustered.

"Huang'er, what's wrong with you?" Perhaps it was because of my actions that the Shang Yu who was sleeping soundly suddenly opened his eyes and asked me.

"I'm fine. I just had a nightmare." I smiled at him and continued to hide in his arms. I slowly closed my eyes.

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For some reason, ever since that day, I had dreamed about that dream every night and it was real again and again, but I didn't know how to tell Shang Yu.

Every day, when he saw how tired he was when he left early and returned late, he swallowed his words back.

Of course, there was another reason I didn't say. That was in my dream. Shang Cang told me time and time again that it was him, not Shang Yu, who had a third-world relationship with me.

Of course, I didn't care about the three-world relationship anymore because I knew that the person I loved was Shang Yu. No matter if he was someone who had a relationship with me, I loved him.

He thought that it might really be a dream. There was no need to bother him because of something like this.

After reading a lot of books about dreams, there were many different opinions. In the end, they were summed up as' thinking about the day, dreaming about the night', but I really didn't think about this?

Shang Cang had been dead for so long, how could I miss him? But since I didn't think about it, why would I dream about it again? Was it a little too strange?

"Huang'er, what are you thinking?" Just as I was feeling irritated, Shang Yu voice came from behind.

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