Novel & Cerita Dream Of The Red Chamber

I just remembered that it had been decades since their deaths. My eyes drifted to the antique cupboard beside the large ivory-white bed with the mahogany pillar. The closet door opened with just a snap of a finger. "Phoenix cloak, yeah." Inside there are traditional Chinese wedding clothes. I took the dress and looked at it in detail. Two layers of red shirt with a phoenix image. "How long are you going to peek at me from there?" Actually I knew all along, Aphrodite saw me through the open door.

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She closed her eyes, the heat of the red room returning. A dragon chased its tail. Two clay pots waited. Madame Xuo sat silent and watching and dead. Then alive, bending forward, crawling near. The shrunken flesh stretching as her skeletal fingers gripped the edge of the warped wood and she pulled herself close, the kimono rustling while cobwebs snapped and dust fell and spit dangled from her smiling lips. Then there’d been black. And now red. This red. The dark hall bathed in a dusty crimson glow, the low-ceilinged space like some ancient, forgotten tomb.

Murong Cheng had a dream. In the dream, there was a long, long red carpet, the surrounding scenery was foggy and indistinct, he walked along the red carpet, and finally, at the end of the red carpet, he saw Mu Zi, who was wearing a white veil. She was standing there quietly, with a sweet smile on her face, gentle, beautiful, and a little shy. Murong Cheng was ecstatic, striding over, wanting to hold her hand.

"What's wrong? A bad night?" "I just had a bad dream," she muttered sleepily. Xiao Chen smiled. He wet a clean towel with warm water and wiped her face. "It's okay. It's just a dream," he said softly to her. But Murong Xian'er shook her head. "No. The dream was so real to me," she said, "There were a beautiful lady, half-woman and half-snake, and an old man who was carrying a basket of herbs with another person that looked like a deity with a zither... They were trying to catch me..."

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

Dario Pov After years of longing, the master bedroom of the house feels like a dream come true, with its carved double doors gleaming beneath the warm light of the chandelier. My lost love, Layla, is back, and her presence is like a spark rekindling a fire I believed had gone out. Imagining Layla here, her laughter resonating as it did in that bookshop years ago, her hazel eyes softening in trust, makes my heart rush. I had been imagining her in this room for days, preparing for her arrival.

Seeing him covered in the dust of his journey,my tightly strung nerves finally relaxed completely. He did it.He made it back in time. "This is the Snow Lotus from the peaks of the Far North!Quickly,make her swallow it!" That was the last sentence I heard before I completely lost consciousness.