C245 Anonymity

After talking with Qiao Tian and returning home, I have always been very muddle-headed. Even when I had a dream at night, I was still Qiao Qiao.

In my dreams, I kept repeating the scene where his house was set on fire. In my dreams, my heart kept throbbing in pain.

When I woke up from this dream, the sun was already high in the sky. I lay in bed, stunned. After a while