PWE – Chapter 119 Things from Dreams Appear in Reality

This time, her main purpose in coming out was to take revenge on Xiao Wange. If she didn’t ruin Xiao Wange’s reputation and leave her utterly disgraced, she swore she would not be human!

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After dinner, Xiao Wange took Zhaozhao to bed.

But in the middle of the night, Xiao Wange suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.

She turned her head and looked out the window.

Outside, it was pitch-black, nothing visible at all. The heavy darkness of night made everything feel a little eerie, making the air itself… seem strange and uncanny.

Xiao Wange quickly sat up. She slightly frowned, her expression turning extremely serious.

She stared at the window for a few moments, then got out of bed and walked over to it.

Just now, she had sensed something unusual in the air—an agitation of the surrounding atmosphere that occurred when a powerful presence arrived.

She was worried that that “big figure” had come, worried that this “big figure” might mean harm to Zhaozhao.

When she reached the window, she lifted her gaze and looked around the courtyard.

Everything in the courtyard looked perfectly normal, with no sign of anything amiss.

And yet…

Deep down, she felt that something wasn’t right. It felt as if a pair of eyes… were watching her from the shadows.

She raised a hand to her chin, her eyes sharpening as she scanned her surroundings again.

But no matter how she looked, she couldn’t find the owner of those eyes. It was as though everything had been nothing more than her imagination.

What she didn’t know was that when she walked over to the window, a faint wisp of breeze slipped in through the crack in the door.

That thread of breeze drifted onto the bed and slipped into Zhaozhao’s nostrils.

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After standing by the window for a while, Xiao Wange returned to the bed.

She looked at the sleeping Zhaozhao. His breathing was steady, his sleeping expression peaceful. The corners of his lips curved slightly, as if he were having a sweet dream.

Xiao Wange raised her brows a little, then lowered her head and kissed Zhaozhao on his little cheek.

The child’s cheek was soft and tender, like a peeled, boiled egg.

In a low, gentle voice, Xiao Wange murmured, “My son is adorable no matter how I look at him.”

Now she was even more eager to figure something out—to find out whether, in her previous life, she had truly been Zhaozhao’s biological mother.

If that were the case, why had she given the child to Zhan Zeyan? And why had her memories disappeared?

After sitting on the bed and looking at the child for a couple of minutes, she lay back down. First, she tucked the blanket around the child, then adjusted it around herself as well.

After wrapping both herself and the child snugly, she finally closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

“Mama…”

The next morning, while Xiao Wange was still sound asleep, Zhaozhao woke up. After waking, he sat beside her and looked at her for a while. Seeing that it was getting a bit late, he softly called out to her.

“Mama, it’s time to get up. The sun is already out.”

Zhaozhao glanced at the sky outside—it really wasn’t early anymore. The sun was already hanging high in the sky. Normally, Mama would have been up long ago, but today…

Mama was sleeping like a little piggy.

Xiao Wange’s brows knit slightly, as if she were being disturbed, but she kept her eyes closed and remained asleep.

“Mama, hurry and get up. If you don’t, it’ll be noon soon.” Zhaozhao moved a little closer and gently patted Xiao Wange’s cheek.

Xiao Wange finally woke up.

But the moment she sat up, her expression turned dark.

Why had she slept so deeply? Why had she slept… as if she were completely unconscious?

If Zhaozhao hadn’t patted her face just now, she might have continued sleeping on.

She shouldn’t be like this! Her sleep was usually very light—normally, even the slightest noise would wake her. But just now she had…

“Mama, I dreamed about Daddy last night,” Zhaozhao suddenly said, lifting his little face to look at Xiao Wange.

Xiao Wange raised her eyes to him. “You dreamed about your dad?”

Zhaozhao nodded. “Mm. Daddy even gave me a present.”

As he spoke, he reached under his pillow, felt around for a moment, then took something out and handed it to Xiao Wange. “Mama, look. This is the present Daddy gave me.”

Xiao Wange looked at the object. It was a jade pendant of exceptional quality—crystal-clear and obviously very valuable.

But what mattered wasn’t the value of the jade.

It was that…

Why would something Zhaozhao saw in a dream appear in reality? Could it be that…