"Xiao Jiao, do you really think I can become a fashion designer?"
Jiang Xiaoyue went home and tossed and turned over this for a long time, but she just couldn't wrap her head around it. She hadn't really believed it at first, but she found herself captivated by the future Qin Jiao had described.
What one thinks by day, one dreams of by night.
Lately, she'd been having two kinds of dreams. In one, she continued to just muddle through life. Of course, she failed her college entrance exams, then followed some people to work in a factory. She was exhausted every single day and didn't even make much money. Later, after finally managing to save up enough, she ended up getting scammed by a man, and her life became utterly miserable.
The other dream, however, was simply wonderful.
