4 PM, Beihua University, School of Psychology, Associate Dean Lin Dan's Office.
"Two people having the same dream?"
A silver-haired old lady looked at Zhao Qingge, surprised: "Xiaozhao, you've encountered this kind of situation? With whom did you have a shared dream?"
Zhao Qingge hesitated: "Aunt Lin, you haven't answered yet. Is this actually possible?"
Several hours ago, in Zhao Qingge's own office, she used a trick to test Li Peifeng with a try-it-and-see attitude. When she learned that he too had had the same dream as herself, she was so shocked she couldn't speak.
Yet regarding this result, Zhao Qingge felt it was unexpected but within reason, because the feedback she received from Li Peifeng's every move in the dream suggested just that.
That is, her student Li Peifeng was not the "Li Peifeng" conjured up by her own mind.
After Zhao Qingge knew the result, her second reaction was regret, deep regret, for no other reason than it was too embarrassing!
