It was morning the next day when Zhi Wan awoke.
She froze when she saw the round fan lying by her pillow.
She had dreamed again last night. Dreamed of that man...
A complicated feeling welled up inside her as she recalled the scene from her dream, just before she'd fallen asleep: the man holding this very fan, cooling her with a gentle breeze.
'Does he really want to marry into my family, or is he just toying with me?'
'Should I... give him a chance?'
The thought had barely crossed her mind before she shook her head, dismissing it.
'No.'
'That man's status is anything but ordinary. Why would he ever willingly marry into someone else's family?'
'Besides, I could never handle him.'
'To build a life together, it's better to find someone honest and dependable—someone I can at least manage.'
With that, she resolved to find a suitable candidate and marry as soon as possible.
'Once I'm married and have a husband, I'm sure I won't dream of that man anymore.'
