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Xia Wan'an's thoughts wandered back to that night again.
Two days had passed, and logically, many of her feelings should have faded, yet she couldn't understand why she persistently felt that on the night she got drunk, someone had pulled her into their embrace and held her tightly.
She had mentioned this to Assistant Zhang Te and Song Youman; Assistant Zhang Te poured her a glass of hot water and asked her, with a face full of concern, whether she wanted to go home and rest, while Song Youman thought she was merely muddled by her daydreams and became extremely worried.
In reality, she also doubted herself, wondering if she mistook a dream for reality. That afternoon, she had indeed visited the cemetery to pay respects to him; she had touched the icy tombstone with her own hands—he truly was no longer in this world. However, for some reason, she kept feeling that the embrace that night was not just a dream.
