Chapter 157: Extra: After the Dream Awakens ~ Jealousy ~
Han Mo had been having a rather wonderful dream, and when he woke, the corners of his mouth were still turned up.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He never would have guessed that the young He Huanhuan in his dream had been so reckless.
That was good. A fiercer personality meant she wouldn’t get bullied.
Remembering the vivid pain from the dream, he smiled and rubbed his right wrist.
A familiar twinge of pain suddenly crawled across his wrist, and the smile froze on his lips.
What was going on?
His gaze quickly dropped to his wrist. Two slightly blurred Huan characters were unmistakably visible on his skin!
That hadn’t been a dream!
It was...
He had really met He Huanhuan! The young He Huanhuan!
He practically sprinted to his car and drove to He Huanhuan’s apartment complex as fast as he could.
He Huanhuan had just woken up. With her head drooping, she leaned over the sink and brushed her teeth.
“Why haven’t scientists invented one-click toothbrushing yet? Why do we still have to brush our teeth ourselves when it’s such a trivial task? Why?”
Someone suddenly pounded hard on the door. She casually swallowed the toothpaste foam and went to open it with her mouth still covered in suds.
“Han Mo? Why are you here so early?”
Han Mo stared at her intensely. His eyes were full of excitement—and were they... red?
There were too many emotions for her to make sense of.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
Han Mo fixed his gaze on her. “Huanhuan, I saw you!”
He Huanhuan licked the foam from the corner of her mouth. “Isn’t that obvious? I’m standing right in front of you!”
If he hadn’t seen her, wouldn’t that mean he was blind?
Han Mo shook his head excitedly. “Not the you from now! I saw the you from when you were little! You at fourteen or fifteen!”
He Huanhuan was speechless. “Are you still half-asleep? How could you possibly have seen me when I was fourteen or fifteen? I was living in my hometown county back then!”
She had transmigrated into a novel, okay?
Back then, the distance between her and Han Mo wasn’t just four or five years. There was an entire book between them!
“It was you!”
Han Mo firmly held out his hand. “Look. I got your name tattooed in my dream. You were the one who told me to do it. This is proof.”
On his wrist, the two faintly reddened Huan characters were clear as day.
He Huanhuan’s eyes widened. “You dog, Han Mo! You cheated on me after just one night apart?!”
...
Han Mo held his wrist right in front of her. “What characters are these?”
He Huanhuan: “Huanhuan.”
Han Mo: “And I cheated on you by tattooing that?”
He Huanhuan let out a cold laugh. “Who knows whose Huanhuan it is! There are plenty of Huanhuans in this world—He Huanhuan, Zhao Huanhuan, Li Huanhuan... Who knows which one you had tattooed?”
...
Han Mo helplessly recounted everything that had happened in the dream. “...It really was you. I took you and Meili out for malatang, and Meili even said... You said that anyone with a tattoo was a good person...”
He spoke with such conviction, but He Huanhuan didn’t believe a word of it. “You’re talking nonsense! That phone of mine was...”
She wanted to say that she had bought the phone herself, but suddenly she couldn’t remember when she had bought it in the first place.
And where had she gotten the money to buy it?
She racked her brain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember.
It was as if the phone had appeared out of thin air. One moment she hadn’t had one, and the next she did.
Could it really have been Han Mo?
She eyed Han Mo suspiciously, then glanced at the Huanhuan on his wrist.
“Meili! Do you remember this?”
She turned to ask Meili. Qi Meili shook her head without hesitation. “You’ve got to be kidding! How could I possibly have wanted to kiss Han Laodeng? I’m a very reserved person, okay?”
He Huanhuan’s eyes instantly widened. “See! Even Meili says it’s impossible! So which Huanhuan did you get tattooed for?!”
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