That day when visiting his home, she secretly noticed he had a spare door key hidden under the eaves. While he was away, she decided to take the key and quietly clean his room.
As a child, she had read a folk tale about a kind man who rescued a snail from a fisherman’s net, bringing it home and keeping it in a water jar. He didn’t know that whenever he went out, the snail would transform into a beautiful girl who would clean his house and cook dinner every day.
Her current actions were like that snail.
What a strange guy. What exactly was his position at the advertising company?
Often, during people’s busy work hours, she could hear music from his home, suggesting he didn’t work a typical 9-to-5 job. He was probably a scout or agent of some kind. But then he seemed too idle, sometimes staying home all day.
While washing his clothes, she discovered his closet was full of brand-name items. If he could afford such expensive things, why couldn’t he hire a housekeeper? Why did he always wear dirty jeans instead of his nice clothes?
The weather was beautiful, with bright sunshine all around. After washing the clothes, she hung them on the rooftop, watching his white shirt gently flutter in the breeze.
There was a wicker chair nearby. She suddenly felt tired and sat down, closing her eyes for a moment.
She fell asleep without realizing it.
She had a dream, which was both ordinary and strange.
Ordinarily, she dreamed again of her past times with Jiade – she lying on the sofa reading a novel, he working on the computer.
Strangely, when Jiade turned his face, it transformed into the face of her annoying neighbor!
He smiled softly at her, gently whispering, “Fallen asleep? It’s windy here. Be careful not to catch a cold.”
She had always missed Jiade. After their breakup, they had no reason to meet again. Dreaming was the only way she could see him.
But in this rare opportunity, she hadn’t cherished it. Instead, she had dreamed of him?
Incredible. No other man had ever entered her dreams before. What was happening this time?
“Still sleeping? Wake up!” His voice rang out again, a hand pushing her.
