"Who is that man?"
When Lin Yi asked this question again, his expression was surprisingly calm.
There was no jealousy, no anger, and no dissatisfaction.
He just purely wanted to know.
What kind of man it was, who could genuinely stand against the world for the woman he loved.
Lin Yi didn't want to compare himself.
If one day Zhang Xinying were truly targeted by the world, he too could stand against the world for her.
But these were just his thoughts, as it hadn't really happened to him yet.
However, through Zhang Xinying's explanation, Lin Yi felt a deep empathy for this man who only existed in Zhang Xinying's dream realm.
At this point, Zhang Xinying continued:
"I remember clearly."
"The first time I had this dream, I was just turning 10."
"But the dream was quite vague then, and I couldn't remember much of it upon waking."
"Over the next few years, I had similar dreams occasionally, but later on, I remembered the dream content more clearly."
