Prologue.

I woke up from a nightmare.

A Night in the Dream, as the Storm Approaches, the Cherry Blossom Forest Swings in the Strong Wind, Petals Fluttering in the Air, Obscuring the Sky, Lotus Flowers in a Pond Swaying, Broken Petals Drifting with the Current, Their Destination Unknown.

A person's memory is like an old movie. Even if the colors fade and the sounds blur, some plots will always be imprinted in the mind.

These years have passed, many people and things have changed. He is no longer the "Senior Brother Ye" from before, and I am no longer the "girl" who would do anything for love. Can I still cook him a bowl of noodles? For a long time, I couldn't come up with an answer.

A person's memory is like an old movie. Even if the colors fade and the sounds blur, some plots will always be imprinted in the mind.

Knowing that he only likes to take advantage of others with his words, and never has any improper thoughts about me, I still put on a coat before going to the refrigerator to get noodles and eggs.

Ye Zhengchen not only did not slow down, but also stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and rushed towards the obstructing car's tail. With a loud noise, the blocking car was hit and pushed aside, and Ye Zhengchen's car also collided with the parked car next to it due to deviation from the direction.

Everything stops, silent and still, only the heartbeat that connects us remains in the world. After an unknown amount of time, I open my eyes and look at the chaotic and gloomy sky. I know this is a dream because I have had this dream too many times. In this dream, there is no sunlight, no blue sky, and only then will I stay by his side no matter what.

Miss, wait a moment, I have something important to tell you. Really important. When he was only a few meters away from me, he was stopped by the security personnel who caught up with him. He struggled desperately, shouting my name repeatedly and saying to me, "Do you believe me? Can you trust me just once?"

I stopped and the thick fog in front of me dispersed. I found myself standing in front of the boarding gate at Kansai International Airport in Osaka. The boarding information was repeatedly broadcasted on the radio, urging passengers who had not yet boarded, including myself. And I, standing in front of the boarding gate, lowered my head and looked at the photo on my phone. In the photo, Ye Zhengchen was embracing me, with a smile on his lips and deep affection evident in his eyes.

I opened my eyes and found myself in the doctor's office. The sky outside was still an endless darkness, and half of the medical records in front of me were soaked with tears, making the writing blurry. Next to it, the computer still displayed the image I had just searched for, taken two months ago by a student in the underground parking lot of Osaka University in Japan. Several cars in the parking lot were twisted and mangled, with car fragments, broken glass, and bloodstains everywhere, yet there was no sign of the vehicles involved in the accident or any injured persons. A student captured the scene in the underground parking lot of Osaka University in Japan, where several cars were twisted and mangled, with car fragments, broken glass, and bloodstains everywhere, yet there was no sign of the vehicles involved in the accident or any injured persons.

Ye Zhengchen's figure appeared in front of a black SUV, still handsome and steady. I wanted to run towards him, but I couldn't take a step. I shouted at him with all my strength, but he couldn't hear.

He said he deceived me because he cared about me, and I believed that he loved me. Unfortunately, no matter how deep the affection, it cannot overcome his responsibility and his faith.

Abruptly, the dream changed to another scene, a completely unfamiliar place to me. Before my eyes was a parking lot, and behind me were dim lights. I didn't know where I was, nor could I distinguish the direction. I only smelled the damp air mixed with the imperceptible scent of disinfectant.

Give me three minutes, and I will tell you the truth... Three minutes, just three minutes.

He still can't hear. Everything in front of him is like an automatically playing movie, and I am just an audience member in the audience, unable to do anything except watch helplessly.

Senior Brother, asking me to cook noodles for you in the middle of the night, are you treating me like a maid? Although I complain, my footsteps towards the kitchen do not slow down at all, and the action of boiling water becomes particularly urgent.

I hesitated as I walked up to the door, opened it, and unsurprisingly saw Ye Zhengchen standing there in his dark green military uniform...

I had that long and messy dream again. I dreamt that I returned to that old student apartment building once more, where the cherry blossoms of that season were in full bloom outside my balcony, as well as outside Ye Zhengchen's balcony, because our apartments were separated by only a wall.

A familiar footstep sound came from outside the office door, getting closer and closer. The footsteps stopped in front of my door, followed by a light and shallow knocking sound.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of my door, accompanied by a light knock. Ye Zhengchen's slightly tired voice came through, "Little girl, I'm so hungry. Can you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

He chuckled: "Whoever marries you as his wife will be fortunate for the rest of his life."

Suddenly, I saw a gun slowly emerging from a parked car, aiming at Ye Zhengchen. I was terrified and trembling all over, desperately shouting at him, "Senior Brother, be careful! Be careful, someone wants to kill you!"

No! I shouted loudly, and at the same time felt my body suddenly falling.

In reality, I had no choice but to leave.

In my dream, I am still lingering in the age of daring to love and hate, reading alone in the apartment. As sleepiness sets in, I glance at the clock pointing to eleven o'clock and close the unfinished paper on "Research and Application of Molecular Targeted Therapeutic Drugs". At this moment, a very familiar sound of footsteps echoes in the corridor outside the door, getting closer and closer.

Bullets were fired silently. Ye Zhengchen seemed to have sensed something and dodged the bullet. The shot missed, and the parked car quickly started and rushed towards him. The people in the car opened the door and kept shooting at him. Ye Zhengchen dodged agilely, jumped onto his car, and drove towards the exit of the parking lot. Just as he was about to reach the exit, another car suddenly drove out and blocked his way.

"Senior Brother? Ye Zhengchen?" I looked around, searched everywhere, but I couldn't see anything, as if I were in a thick fog. I ran forward, ran for a long time, and finally heard a distant call: "Little girl!"

Hearing a familiar call, I turned around and saw Ye Zhengchen running towards me, his hair soaked with sweat, and his white shirt also drenched with sweat.

I quickly got out of bed and opened the door. Standing outside was Ye Zhengchen dressed in all black. His handsome features were blurred by the darkness of the night, but a faint weariness could be seen between his eyebrows.

Seeing the pain and suffering in his eyes, I suddenly remembered many things. I remembered him saying he wanted to take care of me, to marry me, and when I was too old to walk, he would push me in a wheelchair to travel the world. I also remembered his repeated deception towards me.

Miss!

I couldn't hold back my laughter and burst out laughing. When I turned to look at him, his bright smile gradually became blurred and transparent in the dream, and finally dissipated like light smoke without a trace.

I would like to make you my wife, are you willing? His gaze fell on the pajamas I was wearing.

He smiled, stretched out his arms and embraced me. I smiled too, holding him tightly with all my strength, afraid that if I let go, he would disappear.

I rubbed my numb arm, turned off the computer, crumpled the medical records into a ball and threw them into the trash can, then got up and walked to the window. The sky was starless, with only a lonely crescent moon hanging there, looking somewhat desolate. I picked up my phone and scrolled through recent messages, finding a few times when I had resolved to delete a message but still kept it in my phone: "I'm so hungry, I want another bowl of noodles cooked by you."

While cooking noodles, I sighed and said, "Whoever marries you as a wife is doomed for life."

In the jarring collision sound, gunshots rang out continuously, and I saw bullets shatter his car window...

In my dream, I left everything behind and ran towards him.