Chapter 817
Dad Has Never Dreamed of Your Mom
I even fantasized that you would talk, hug me, and be my closest partner. And all of this really happened one day, but it was only in my dreams… You are the first stroke of color in my childhood, thank you, Winnie Bear, thank you for bringing me joy…
An Ruo read the letter several times, but still couldn’t see anything. Finally, she closed the sketchbook in disappointment, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
But she couldn’t sleep, as her mind was repeatedly filled with the letters in the sketchbook.
She recalled those letters over and over, feeling that some parts seemed familiar, while others didn’t.
Whenever something felt familiar, she tried hard to associate and recall it, and because she thought too desperately, she eventually started to have a faint headache.
Unable to endure the pain, she had to give up remembering. She stayed awake with her eyes open until late at night, before dozing off in a daze.
Perhaps she thought too much during the day, so she didn’t sleep well at night, and her dreams were filled with scattered images. The images were so chaotic that she didn’t remember anything but had an entire restless night.
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Before dawn in J City, Kangkang awoke from a nightmare, calling out for Mom.
He dreamed of Mom calling for help on a plane, which eventually exploded, and Mom was gone with it.
He had this dream more than once, and he was always very scared when he did.
Kangkang sat up, still scared out of his wits, his little face covered in sweat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and realized the day had not yet broken.
However, he didn’t dare sleep alone again, fearing more nightmares.
Getting out of bed, he quietly went to Dad’s room, pushed open the door, intending to sneak into Dad’s bed to sleep with him, only to find the dark room empty.
The little guy entered, puzzled, wondering where Dad had gone, and just happened to see him sitting on the balcony chair, gazing into the distance.
Kangkang walked up to him and asked confusedly, “Dad, did you just wake up, or did you not sleep all night?”
Tang Yuchen turned his head to look at him, placed his large hand on his head, and asked with gentle concern, “Another nightmare?”
Recalling the scene in the dream, the little guy’s face immediately showed sadness. He went to Tang Yuchen, sat in his lap with his back to him, and felt very reassured nestled against his strong chest.
Holding Dad’s big hand with his little one, Kangkang asked softly, “Dad, have you ever dreamed of Mom? Did she say anything to you?”
The man behind him said in a deep voice, “No, Dad hasn’t dreamed of your Mom.”
“Why doesn’t Mom come to Dad’s dream, and she doesn’t talk to me in mine?” As for dreaming of her having an accident on a plane, that was just his own imagination.
Tang Yuchen explained, “Her not appearing in our dreams means she’s still alive.”
Kangkang suddenly looked up at him, asking excitedly, “Really?”
In the next second, the excitement in his eyes turned to amazement.
“Dad, you…”
Tang Yuchen covered his eyes, speaking softly, “Dad is fine, don’t worry, I will always be here as you grow up and won’t leave you alone.”
He is the flesh and blood of An Ruo and himself, so he wouldn’t give up on himself. He would live well, waiting for An Ruo’s return, and also raise their child well.
Kangkang pulled down his hand and nodded firmly, “Dad, I will also always be by your side, and won’t leave you alone. I believe one day, Mom will come back!”