The Little Childhood Friend in a Female-Dominated World (ChatGPT Translated)

46. I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Lu Feng lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly, "In my dream, I dreamed that I met you at 'Baiwei Zhai', dreamed that we worshiped heaven and earth together in wedding attire, dreamed that before I went to war, you smiled and told me to bring back a fur cloak for you by the end of the year, dreamed that I was discovered and killed by enemy arrows during a surprise attack. . . and even dreamed of your emaciated appearance after my death. . ."

Lu Feng's eyes turned slightly red, as she spoke word by word, her heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, causing waves of dull pain.

"Mi Jian, are these things true? Did we really experience them together?"

As Lu Feng connected these recurring dreams from all these years, she suddenly realized that these dreams were not just a result of daily thoughts, but were actual experiences she had with Xu Mu.

From the first meeting to marriage, from going to war to her death. She vividly experienced all these things in her dreams.

"These. . . are all true." Xu Mu didn't expect that heaven would be so kind to him, not only allowing him to come back to life after death, but also using dreams to reveal the things between him and Lu Feng.

Tears blurred his vision, Xu Mu bit his lip and closed his eyes, tears falling from his eyelashes as he nodded.

Lu Feng tenderly embraced Xu Mu, tightening her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his temple, her voice hoarse and choked as she asked, "And after I died. . . what about you? Did you also die?"

Xu Mu's hand climbed from Lu Feng's back to her shoulder, chokingly saying, "You said to come back by the end of the year. . . but after news of your death came, my health deteriorated. . . and in the end, I couldn't make it through the autumn."

Hearing this, Lu Feng's embrace tightened even more, causing Xu Mu some discomfort, but he didn't say anything. Only in this close embrace, with closed eyes, could he feel the other's heartbeat and find solace in his heart.

Lu Feng's heartbeat quickened, each beat causing aching pain, as she thought of the scene of Xu Mu being alone after her death in her previous life, her chest felt a pang of sourness.

Lu Feng buried her face in Xu Mu's shoulder, her hand encircling his slender and soft waist, remaining silent for a long time before asking in a hoarse voice, "If, if I didn't dream of these things, if I had met you for the first time and inexplicably treated you with hostility, what would you have done?"

Xu Mu rubbed his face against Lu Feng's ear, tears still hanging on his long eyelashes, but his eyes were filled with tenderness, "I believe that even if my wife doesn't remember anything, she wouldn't treat me like that."

The truth proved him right, even though Lu Feng didn't remember anything, she still cherished him in the palm of her hand.

Lu Feng closed her eyes and didn't speak anymore. Xu Mu, however, felt his clothes around his neck getting wet with tears.

The weather in May was pleasant, and although the clothes on their bodies were not as thin as in summer, they were only two or three layers, not very thick.

Tears soaked through the spring clothes, the warm feeling on the neck made Xu Mu's heart tremble slightly, unable to help but curl his fingertips, his eyes turning red, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.

In a previous life, Lu Feng fought on the battlefield with countless scars on his body. When he returned with his wounds, he cried in pain, but she remained silent.

After her death, Xu Mu was reborn, and it took her nearly six years to remember the things from her previous life.

Now, listening to this incredibly familiar tone calling out the words she most wanted to hear, Xu Mu felt a painful swelling in her chest.