Jessica sat up straight, gazing at the clouds outside the window, murmuring:
"Is this a dream?"
Jessica rubbed her hair, walked to the bathroom to wash up and put on makeup.
Before long, her movements paused.
Her fingers gripping the toothbrush, turned slightly pale from too much force.
Jessica felt she couldn't breathe, tears falling drop by drop, her mouth open like a fish dying of thirst.
Clearly, it was a dream, but that dream was so real, real enough that she couldn't distinguish which was true and which was false.
"Arlan, Arlan..."
Jessica couldn't treat it as just a dream.
'Ring ring ring...'
The phone rang.
Jessica picked up the phone:
"Hello?"
It was an assistant calling:
"Ma'am, someone from the God Creation Group is here, when will you be at the company?"
Jessica replied:
"I'm leaving right now."
...
Jessica felt she couldn't drive today, her condition was really not good.
She walked downstairs, waved to hail a taxi.
