Biting the cap of the pen, the tip of the paused nose touched the surface of the paper and continued writing.

"No matter it's sunny or rainy, from a long time ago, the world in dreams has always been night.

On this hill where the gentle wind always blows is etched in my memory. I remember sitting down, hugging my knees and looking into the distance.

When I talk with my friends about the boy in my company who recently pursued me, I always think of the stranger in my dream - you.

Suddenly I am very curious about your identity and appearance. I am a person who is socially anxious and has a strong resistance to boys, but I have the urge to get to know you in my dreams again and again.

This time, the courage to write down my thoughts is still indispensable.

In that world, in this world, please continue to live happily and healthily."

Cap the pen and close the diary.

Friends will always sigh after reading her essays, "Onie, your handwriting is getting better and better."

So I feel that habits are really scary things.

But when I think of the nebula stuck in the sky, the unnaturally beautiful pale green sky, and the boy who has always been passing by me like a phantom of his soul, and who can convey only a vague impression of his body temperature.

"Crossing the barrier of time, twisting, connecting, disappearing, and returning.

What does the meteor bring? Despair, or hope.

The expectation of watching the same sky, since we met in a dream five months ago, I hope you can say your name, you before I can say my name.

But after waking up from the dream that lasted for five months, I felt lost one after another because of what I had lost.

Now I finally know, don't see your face or hear your voice anymore.

When I woke up for the first time, I thought, can I still remember it? Now, what is your name?

Shengwan said that the place that existed in the dream was in Kyoto. I have never been abroad, so did we meet somewhere?

In the past, I wanted to meet you and confirm whether you existed in reality, but I didn't know your location.

And now, I want to meet you in the crowd, and then ask you personally, what is your name??"

From beginning to end, she turned all the scenes into words and engraved them on the paper. After getting up, she suddenly opened the book again and added this sentence in the corner very naturally:

"Even if I am ridiculed by the world, I will still look at you who did not see your face clearly in the dream.

I always firmly believe that this dream is an extremely important thing. It was, is, and will be in the future...

Why should I go to where you are? Although I don’t know when this encounter will be implemented.

But I really want to see you, I will save my dream, I hope the person who appears in the dream can live."

When washing her face, she stared at the mirror closely, with an ambiguous consciousness that seemed to have been surprised by the temperature and smell of the water.

And at this moment, she suddenly felt absurdly that maybe these things were records written to convey to that person.

So I added another sentence.

"My name is...Bae Joo-hyun...from Daegu."

As usual, she would put the notebook away immediately after finishing writing.

Then put the pen in your pocket.

Although I really want to know the true identity of the boy in my dream, I just miss him so much.

Bae Joo-hyun is well aware that the reality of daily life is in front of her, and there are many things that must be dealt with properly.

The boy in the dream means "past tense" in reality no matter what.

Moreover, such an idea is easy to establish.

Bae Zhuhyun is trying her best to spend every day in the present, so she has no extra energy to look back on the past.

For example, I had never had such a dream a few months ago, or even longer.

However, she often feels the breath of human bodies and figures entering her field of vision.

Whenever that happens, I will stop involuntarily.

Pei Zhuxuan felt as if someone's figure and breath were looking at him from a distance.

However, sometimes if you check carefully, you will find that there is actually no one around.

When you suddenly turn your head in the practice room or dormitory and stare at nothing behind you, your closest friends will show a surprised expression.

The expression of human silhouette seems inaccurate, because it is almost something that can be defined as "breath".

However, this kind of breath is a very warm thing compared to himself, and Pei Zhuxuan can only seem to confirm this.

Generally speaking, I am a cold person and I manage my interpersonal relationships very poorly.

Only in S..M, no contact with male trainees at all.

Therefore, Bae Zhuhyun lives a more "hard life" compared to other trainees.

However, there are often layers of thin films between her and the surrounding environment.

With the help of this thin film, Pei Zhuxuan began to establish an equal and friendly relationship with the surrounding buildings and environment.

Maybe no one will notice this distortion except the person in the dream.

Between this layer of film, which can be described as a "barrier", someone's figure is projected onto it.

She didn't know who that person was, and she wasn't even sure if there was a message she wanted to convey.

Who are you?

When she is alone, Bae Zhuhyun often sends greetings to the figure projected in the distorted world.

It seems that he is really a dark person.

When leaving, along the marble stairs and several stone steps, the shadows behind me retreated to the direct sunlight climbing in from the window.

If you stand at the corner connecting the upper and lower floors and gaze out the window, you will see tall buildings in front of you.

On the calm surface, the glass in every room on every floor reflects the glimmering morning light without hesitation.

Looking further into the distance, we can see the dark green mountains and blue white clouds on the outskirts of Seoul.

There are also the junior trainees passing by in vain.

Even if I drag my tired body to the toilet, when I see myself, I will suddenly straighten up and say "Hello, senior".

The day when you meet him in the future will be your own spring. Pei Zhuxuan's eyes sparkled, so...what about you?

"Onie, are you back? How are you? Are you feeling well? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

When he heard these words, Pei Zhuhyun saw a round and white face appearing in front of him.

Ah...this good friend has become more and more rounded recently, especially his face.

It turned out that she had returned to the practice room unknowingly, and the people who were practicing just glanced at her and continued to do their own things.

"I just went to the infirmary to look for you but couldn't find you. Unnie, you ran away again, right?"

When a good friend talks, the flesh on his cheeks trembles unconsciously, making everyone who sees it want to reach out and pinch it.

"It's okay, Zheng Wan, I'm fine."

Seung-wan’s name is Son Seung-wan, a Canadian returned overseas Chinese.

He is the closest friend she has met in S..M in the past year. In short, they have a very good relationship.

After receiving the answer, she nodded matter-of-factly and said again.

"Unnie must be thinking about that handsome guy in kimono again, right?"

"What kind of handsome guy in a kimono?" Bae Zhuhyun replied confusedly.

"If he wasn't handsome, how could Unnie miss him all the time..." Sun Shengwan said while sipping his drink and squinting his eyes.

"It's better to be as handsome as Kimura Takuya, ah...I watched the drama between him and Matsu Takako-senpai the day before yesterday, and I'm dying."
Chapter completed!