When he woke from the dream, Pei Yan was in a daze.
Mei Wanying's soft sobs seemed to still echo in his ears. He had apparently said some harsh words, then left the bridal chamber without a second glance.
Mei Wanying called out to him, but he only walked faster.
And when he could no longer hear her voice, he woke completely.
As his consciousness slowly returned, Pei Yan scanned his surroundings. The inn room was spartan. Where was the festively decorated bridal chamber?
There were no exquisite decorations.
None of the myriad things a woman owned, no vanity by the window, no rouge, powder, or jewelry...
And, of course, no Mei Wanying.
'It was just a dream,' Pei Yan thought.
But everything in the dream had been too vivid. He could even recall his own thought processes.
The details of his intimacy with Mei Wanying also felt incredibly real.
As if it had actually happened.
Pei Yan stared at the canopy of the bed and suddenly laughed. Dreams were the opposite of reality.
