The Sweetest Medicine

Chapter 217: Brother Jiang From Her Dreams...

Translator: Yunyi Editor: Yunyi

Auntie Wu placed dinner on the table and left after leaving a few words with Fang Zhihan.

As Yu Gangan ate, she told Fang Zhihan she wanted to leave soon.

Fang Zhihan did not refuse. He simply handed her a pair of keys and told her to visit Wenxiang when she was free.

Yu Gangan liked cats, especially the more expensive breeds, but she had never owned one before.

When she first moved to her apartment, she had wanted to own one, but when she asked He Shigui, he told her he didn’t like cats and especially disliked cat fur in the house, so she dismissed the thought.

Thus, she decided she would definitely visit Wenxiang when she was free.

After dinner, Fang Zhihan headed straight into his study room. Yu Gangan had always thought that Fang Zhihan had a lot of free time, but after peeking at him for a little while, she realized he was working the entire time he was inside the study room.

It was already 9pm. Even though there was no seminar the next day, Yu Gangan thought it was time for her to go home.

Yu Gangan peeked into the study room again and noticed that Fang Zhihan was in the middle of a video conference. Naturally, it was too rude for her to interrupt.

So, she returned to the living room and sat on the sofa. As she watched the television, she waited for Fang Zhihan to finish.

But, after some time, Yu Gangan began to feel drowsy. Her eyelids drooped and her eyes shut. Eventually, she fell asleep on the sofa.

When Fang Zhihan finally finished his work and came out, he found Yu Gangan fast asleep on the sofa.

It was the middle of winter and she was sleeping on the sofa. Even though the heater was on, it was still a little cold, so Yu Gangan’s body was rolled up into a ball.

Fang Zhihan’s eyes darkened as he hurried to her side and lifted the woman horizontally in his arms.

As he carried her into the bedroom, one of Yu Gangan’s arm dropped to the side, almost knocking against the door frame.

Fang Zhihan quickly spun, preventing Yu Gangan from getting hurt, but his hand ended up rubbing against the wall, leaving a bloody scratch.

Without even a flinch, he carried Yu Gangan to the bed and lay her down on it.

But, after covering her with the blanket, he did not immediately leave.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently lowered his dark and deep eyes onto Yu Gangan’s face. His gaze was like an ink brush, running across her face, one stroke at a time.

After some time, he finally stretched out a long slender finger and gently brushed aside her hair. He then leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

It was light like a dragonfly skimming across the surface of water; afraid that he would wake her up.

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In her drowsy state, Yu Gangan continued to sleep and ended up dreaming about the scene that she often dreamed about when it snowed.

Amidst the snow, the youth in her dreams continuously yelled out, “Run, run...”

But, she did not run. She returned to his side, hugged him tightly, and cried, “Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang...”

When Yu Gangan woke up, she found her nose was a little blocked and her head was a little dizzy. She had been wearing light clothing during her shoot the previous day and the shoot went for quite some time. Moreover, she had fallen asleep on the sofa. It seemed, she had caught the cold and was showing some initial symptoms.

She turned her body and noticed Wenxiang huddled up on the corner of the bed.

Yu Gangan looked at the cat with her sleepy eyes and smiled. She then stretched out her hand and patted it on the head.

She always had the same weird dream when it snowed.

Even after all these years, it had not stopped.

She had asked Song Chabai, as well as her teacher, and even other people, whether they had any memories of her when she was 6-7 years old.

But, most people told her that they didn’t remember. After all, as a person aged, they naturally forgot about things that happened a long time ago. Even if they remembered, their memory was fuzzy.

There weren’t many things that she could remember from her childhood either.

Why was she still having this dream after so many years?

Every year, when it snowed and when she saw snow, this dream would be awoken.

Did this dream mean something?

For example, did it have something to do with her identity? After all, she only started living with her grandfather after she turned 7.

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