Chapter 2, Have you watched too many horror films?

I said dejectedly: "I am exhausted!"

I have liked graffiti writing since childhood. During university, I kept up with the trends and also published novels online, some of which garnered considerable attention. As a result, the name Ye Jiao gradually spread, and even several publishing houses approached me for contributions.

Thus, I fully embraced my inherently lazy nature, and after graduating from university, I did not seek employment, instead choosing to stay at home and indulge in writing for pleasure. Fortunately, the income from my writing was sufficient to make ends meet, and my boyfriend, Yan Yining, came from a wealthy background, eagerly wishing for me to stay at home and behave. My working-class parents also became indifferent to my situation.

I rushed to the window, drew back the heavy curtains, and a vast expanse of golden sunlight flooded in, nearly blinding my eyes.

Yan Yining had a gloomy expression and said, "Miss, could you be a bit more romantic?"

On this day, we had quite an enjoyable time

"Did you... forget? Those classmates were all invited by you two weeks ago, saying we should take the opportunity to get together. It was also you who asked me to book the hotel..." Yan Yining sighed helplessly

By the small flower bed downstairs, Yan Yining's tall and strong figure was leaning against the car door, smiling and waving at me

By evening, I finally had the opportunity to be alone with Yan Yingning. During our candlelit dinner, I was already so tired that I kept yawning.

Ah... I ran my five fingers through his chestnut hair and pouted, saying: "I had a dream last night. Haven't you heard? The human body expends energy while dreaming just as it does when awake, which is equivalent to not really sleeping. This dream... lasted for about half the night, right? Do you think I wouldn't be tired?"

Yan Yining then counted on his fingers in front of me: "Jiao'er, let's say you fell asleep around 2 or 3 o'clock, sleeping until 10:30, that should be about 7 or 8 hours, right?"

During this time, a girl sang the song "Painted Heart," which immediately reminded me of the nightmare and strange dream I had in the morning, no, I should say at noon. I quickly took out my phone and switched to a cheerful birthday song.

I exhaled, closed my phone, walked to the computer, tapped the mouse, and the computer, which had been in standby mode, suddenly lit up. A multitude of QQ notifications kept jumping endlessly in the lower right corner.

I am downstairs!" Yan Yining replied casually

I almost jumped out of bed: "Today ... ... is my birthday?"

Upon opening it, I found that it was indeed filled with wishes for my happy birthday

You didn't remind me! Do you not know that there is no date online?" I picked up the clothes scattered all over the ground and shouted mischievously, "Come and get me!"

It is likely that I have either read too many time-travel novels recently or watched too many horror films, which has led me to have such a nightmarish dream.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Yining was sighing helplessly: "Jiao'er, it's your birthday today, why are you going to bed so late? Your old classmates are already waiting for you at the Waiting Moon Pavilion!"

After having lunch at the Waiting Moon Pavilion, my old classmates, feeling idle, rushed to a nearby karaoke hall, booked a large private room, and began to shout wildly without restraint

It is fortunate that very few people possess a voice like Zhang Liangying's, which can sing so clearly and refreshingly as if emerging from the bottom of a well, causing my hair to stand on end, as if I were thrown into the depths of the well.

In the next moment, I tapped my own head. Why did I forget my own birthday?