"…I had a very long dream yesterday," Mai Mingle said, choosing her words carefully.
Seeing that she wanted to talk, Lan Zhui walked over to turn down the volume on the TV before returning to the sofa and sitting down beside her.
"What dream?"
"I dreamed that we didn't have any children, and you got… you got sick." She looked at Lan Zhui. "It was very serious."
Of course, Mai Mingle knew it wasn't a dream.
She just couldn't bring herself to tell Lan Zhui directly, "You're dead," or "You're an illusion." Even if he was a creation of the Nest, he was still Lan Zhui; at least in her eyes, he was.
That was why she was unwilling to be so blunt, not wanting to startle him or make him despondent.
After Lan Zhui's death, Mai Mingle found herself compulsively, uncontrollably replaying that day in her mind.
