Gu Baisheng went home in a daze.

She washed up in a daze.

She went to bed.

And she had a dream at midnight.

In her dream, she was wandering with Song Shuang on Furong Street.

Song Shuang bought roasted sweet potato for her.

It snowed, so Song Shuang took off his black scarf and wrapped her neck with it.

Then he asked her gently, "Do you like snow?"

"Yes, I like it." She answered gladly like an energetic young girl.

Snowflakes fell down naughtily.

Their shoulders and hairs were covered with snow.

She didn't want him to catch a cold, so she unfastened the scarf and wrapped his neck with half of it.

She looked at his green military uniform and giggled.

He asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

She answered, "We are tied up by the scarf. Maybe we will be with each other all our lives."

"You are a silly girl."

He laughed.

She looked into his eyes.

He looked so handsome. Different from ordinary soldiers, he looked gentler.

But all of a sudden, everything changed.

He was lying in the cold mortuary.

He looked deadly pale, and his body was stiff and cold.

She rushed to him and tried to wake him up, "Song Shuang! Song Shuang!"

She called his name.

A little child was also crying beside her, "Dad!"

She looked at him and saw a five-year-old boy who looked exactly the same as Song Shuang.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

"No!"

She cried in the silent darkness.

Song Shuang frowned. He got up and held her trembling fingers, asking, "What's wrong?"

Gu Baisheng turned around and asked him in a crying voice, "A kid called you dad. A kid in my dream called you dad! He looks just like you!"

She was too emotional to organize her words.

He fondled her back like comforting a little kid. His voice was gentle and soft, "You had a nightmare. It's just a dream."

Gu Baisheng was anxious. She covered her face with her hands.

She cried quietly as she thought of the dream.

Tears fell down from her eyes to the quilt.

Song Shuang asked worriedly, "What else did you dream?"

"I dreamed that we went to Furong Street. It was snowy. You wrapped my neck with your black scarf."

Song Shuang paused his action and asked, "A black scarf?"

"Yes."

Song Shuang was lost in thought.

He glanced at the red scarf on the coat hanger in the bedroom.

He took a quick glance and then turned back, asking, "Anything else?"

Gu Baisheng paused for a while.

She didn't want to recall the desperation.

She threw herself into his arms and held his waist, crying, "You died in my dream. I was scared..."

She was indeed so scared.

Song Shuang held her in his arms. He could feel that her slender body was trembling.

She expressed her fear with her body directly.

Song Shuang kissed her hair and comforted her gently, "Don't be scared. It's not true."

"But it looks so real as if it had really happened before."

"No, it had never happened before. It's not true."

"I dreamed that we had a child. He was five years old, and he looked like you so much."

She raised her head in his arms and looked at him.

She was trying to recall the child's face by watching a similar face.

Song Shuang fondled her back and asked, "Did it stress you out to be prepared for pregnancy?"

"No..."

She shook her head.

She was just restless because of the nightmare.

"If it didn't stress you out, will you give birth to a baby for me?"

Song Shuang asked.

Gu Baisheng raised her head to look at him.

Song Shuang fondled her back to comfort her, "You have dreamed of our son, maybe because our son is missing you so much. Other parents already went to pick up their children, but he is still waiting for us alone."

Gu Baisheng was unable to think of anything now. He looked so serious, so she asked, "Really?"

"Yes."

Song Shuang said firmly.

Gu Baisheng bit her lips.

Song Shuang smiled, put her on the bed, and kissed her nose, "We should work harder for it."

Gu Baisheng frowned and looked at his face. She just felt that something was wrong.

But Song Shuang didn't want her to figure it out.

He held her waist and kissed her lips.

His lips were thin but charming.

Gu Baisheng had lost her ability to think as soon as he kissed her.

Her mind was clouded by his gentle actions. Song Shuang looked at her and wiped away her years in a very gentle manner.

"Look at me. Don't think of anything about the dream."

Gu Baisheng looked at him and found he was everything to her.

She could no longer think about the nightmare.

They finally finished the work.

Gu Baisheng already got tired and fell asleep.

Song Shuang covered her naked shoulder with the quilt and then kissed her forehead.

She now had a different body and different face.

But her eyes, manners, and thoughts were just the same as that of Gu Baisheng before.

She would be wise when she was working, but she was a silly girl in bed.

It was easy to coax her.

She was so pure.

He loved such a pure silly girl. He was dominant in this relationship.

He could trap the woman he loved and kept her with him all her life, which was addictive to him.

She was like a drug, which is beautiful and dangerous.

And he already got addicted to her.

She would never know how much he cared about her.

Song Shuang tucked her hair softly and watched her sleeping.

He now was thinking of the words she said about the nightmare.

Furong Street.

Snowy day.

A black scarf.

A kid who looked like him.

He lowered his head to hide his sharp eyes, and then kissed her again.

After a while, he got out of bed and threw the red scarf into the trash can. Then he took out a black scarf from the closet and hung it on the hanger.

After that, he came back to bed.

She was still sleeping.

He held her waist and looked at her. He couldn't help kissing her again.

He was addicted to her.

...

"Memories will be disordered if something suggestive happens."

It was in a lecture at Beicheng University.

The professor was demonstrating an example, "This is the hypnosis guidance that the psychologist in Country D, Ke Liman has created for his wife in 1967. His wife grieved over the deaths of her son and daughter and lost all her hope. She tried to kill herself many times. Ke Liman, the psychologist and hypnotist, brought back a boy and a girl who were at the same age as his children. He took her wife and the two kids to the places they had ever traveled and done the same things that they had ever done. Finally, Mrs. Ke's memory was successfully changed."

The students in the classroom asked in surprise, "Does it really work well?"

The professor nodded, "But it didn't work in every case. Besides, it will take too much energy, time, and money. Most importantly, it needs love."

The students couldn't understand.

A student raised his hand and wanted to ask a question.

The professor allowed him to ask.

The student stood up and asked, "Why is love also a precondition that needs to be emphasized?"

"It's hard to change someone's memory or to use new memory to cover the old memory. Without love, no one will take so much time, energy, and money to do that."

"Will the person whose memory has been changed believe the new memory if it works?"

"It depends on the person. If the old memory is critically important to him or her, or the person suddenly faces something or someone related to the old memory, then the old memory will come back to him or her overwhelmingly."

The students listened carefully.

The professor warned them, "It's something scary. Once the old memory comes back to the person, he or she will have a feeling of being deceived and become frustrated. So, don't try this method if it is not necessary."

The students began to discuss.

The lecture was about over at this time.

The professor looked at the time and began to take the textbook on the desk, "I should show you other cases of Ke Liman's memory-changing method, but unfortunately, class is over."

Students stood up with smiles.

The professor said goodbye to the students.

He walked out of the classroom.

There was someone waiting for him.

"Min will come out of school at a quarter after five, so remember to pick him up."

The woman handed the car key to him.

The professor said coldly, "My car is here."

"Give your key to me, and drive my car to pick up him, because he can't recognize you."

"No. We are connected by blood, so he will recognize me."

The man didn't want to waste time.

The woman snorted, "Really? A coldblooded man like you also remembers the blood relationship?"

The man was annoyed, "Chen Chen!"

"Alright, Mr. Su. It's about time, so hurry up. I have some work to do."

Chen Chen then left.

However, Su Yuanyi suddenly pulled her arm to stop her, "Where is the thing I need?"

Chen Chen frowned and was impatient after being stopped by him. She took out a kraft paper bag from her bag and then handed it to him, "Here you are, Mr. Su!"

Su Yuanyi didn't care about her ironic tone.

After Chen Chen left, he opened the paper bag and took out the things in it.

The things were some photos from different perspectives, postures and expressions.

There were twenty photos of a person, and the other twenty photos of the other person.

Su Yuanyi looked at the woman's smiles, actions, and expressions on the photos.

He frowned.

He checked all the photos and found out two photos of the same posture. He began to contrast the expressions and looks of the different two women in these photos.

To his surprise, he found that the eyes and expressions of the two women were extremely similar.

It was not something about looks.

It was something about nature and habits.