City Center • Upscale Café • 2:00 p.m.
"Mrs. Chan, if there are no problems, you can sign right here." I put on a fake smile, pointing at this troublesome client.
"Mm, okay, okay... Here, right?" The woman still asked cautiously.
"Yes." I mustered all my patience, maintaining professional courtesy.
Come on... hurry up, don’t make me late for getting off work.
Finally, the woman signed her precious name—that was the result of me persuading her until my tongue was nearly worn out.
"Alright, Mrs. Chan, everything is all set." I felt a huge weight lift off my chest as I put away the policy.
"Oh Miss Wong, I really have to thank you this time! Your explanation was so detailed and clear. If any of my friends want insurance in the future, I’ll definitely recommend you to them!"
"Ah, Mrs. Chan, don’t mention it! It’s just my duty. If you have any questions, just call me anytime." I put on a friendly smile, eager to leave this café as soon as possible.
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My name is Wong Wing. I’m an insurance broker. I used to be a sales assistant in a department store. Being able to successfully switch careers and even develop so well in these past years—I’m surprised myself.
Insurance brokers have flexible working hours. The most important thing is to arrange your work well and earn money for the company.
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Parking Lot • 3:00 p.m.
"Hey, Ah Ming, I have a lot of clients’ follow-up to handle today, I’ll be working all night, no need to wait for me for dinner... There’s nothing I can do, you don’t know how demanding these clients are... Okay, I know, bye." In the car, I called my husband, Ah Ming.
"We still have time. I know there’s a new Japanese restaurant in the Majestic Hotel. Let’s have afternoon tea there first." Hing Chun, sitting in the driver’s seat beside me, stretched his neck over, kissed me on the cheek, and grinned mischievously.
I spat at him, "Don’t be like that! What if someone sees us?"
"Hehe, you’re not afraid, so why should I be?" This bad man laughed slyly as he started the car.
"Chun, let’s not take the cross-harbour tunnel today. Let’s go to the Western District pier and take the ferry across." I suddenly had the urge and told him so.
Hing Chun glanced at me and smiled, "Alright, I don’t mind. We’ll do as you say."
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"Special traffic news: Earlier, a nine-car pileup occurred in the cross-harbour tunnel, causing severe congestion. The tailback has reached Central’s On Mei Road..."
"Wow, Wing Wing, you should quit insurance and become a fortune teller instead. You’d earn more than as an insurance broker." Hing Chun clicked his tongue in amazement as he listened to the radio report in the car.
This wasn’t the first time he’d noticed my "sixth sense." Several times when we spoke on the phone, I’d have a sudden flash in my mind and remind him to bring an umbrella, and sure enough, it rained that day.
"...The sky still wears the same old blue, like a page I never turned away from you. When your morning starts with gentle light, I close my eyes and drift into the night....."
I frowned, annoyed. "Why is the radio always playing this song? Isn’t it annoying!"
"Don’t be mad, if you don’t like it, just change the station." Hing Chun smiled, unconcerned as always.
I was even more frustrated, turned my head away from him, and gazed out at the rain.
Dense neon lights struggled to illuminate the city’s darkness through the heavy rain. Raindrops slid continuously down the car window, turning the outside world into a distorted realm of light and shadow.
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I wasn’t angry—I was afraid. Because this song had already appeared in my dreams more than once before it started playing on the radio.
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11:00 p.m.
"You’re a man! Don’t be such a coward! It’s only four feet away—you could climb over in a few seconds!"
For some reason, I yelled at Hing Chun, who was outside the window. I didn’t even know why he was out there.
"Are you crazy? Do you think I know kung fu? How can I climb over? Wing Wing... please, really, stop it and let me in, okay?"
His last words were almost a tearful plea.
Seeing him drenched in sweat, eyes brimming with tears, his once-handsome face now twisted with fear—I suddenly felt a wave of disgust. I never thought this "dream man" could be so pathetic.
"Chun, don’t be scared, just crawl along the drainage pipe slowly, hide for a while and you’ll be fine." I suppressed my anger and tried to comfort him.
But he wasn’t grateful at all.
"If your husband catches you, at worst your family breaks up. But if I fall, it's my life! How can you be so selfish? You’re a venomous woman—whoever marries you is doomed!" He really cried.
He cried so miserably. Ah Ming may not be a good earner, but he’s at least a tough guy who never shows weakness. At least in my memory, he’s never been so wimpy.
Moreover, his outburst seemed to trigger something in me. My mind went blank, and I forcefully pushed Hing Chun’s chest with both hands.
"Ah—you bastard—"
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"Ah—"
I sat up in the hotel room, panting, drenched in sweat.
Hing Chun was woken up too. He gently pulled me into his arms, patting my back to soothe me, whispering softly in my ear, "Wing Wing, another nightmare?"
Yes, I had another nightmare.
Ever since I started my secret relationship with Hing Chun, I’ve been having this same nightmare again and again.
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At twenty, I married Ah Ming, who was twenty years older than me. Back then, I was a salesgirl at a department store. He came to buy a wallet at my counter, and that’s how we met.
He was the owner of two restaurants then. We dated for a year before getting married, and soon had a child, who is now in secondary school.
After giving birth, I quit my job to focus on raising the child.
Ah Ming had been a gangster in his youth but later went straight and started restaurants. When we first met, his business was thriving, and in the following years he opened three more branches. Our family lived comfortably, with plenty to eat and wear.
I know, I’ve wronged my husband. But only after marriage did I realize he was so dull and old-fashioned.
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Five years ago, the economy tanked, all the restaurants closed, and other investments failed one after another. Ah Ming went bankrupt.
He wasn’t highly educated and had no professional skills. In the end, he could only get a job as a security guard to make ends meet. I had to re-enter the workforce, and through a friend’s introduction, became an insurance broker. For the past few years, I’ve had to cover most of the household expenses.
Hing Chun is my boss—he’s handsome, charming, and wealthy, and...
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"Mr. Hing, have we met before?" The first time we met, I couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t that I was trying to be friendly—I just genuinely felt that way.
"I have a very good memory, and I can tell you for sure, this is the first time we’ve met. So, we truly met too late." Hing Chun said with a mischievous smile.
That smile only made the feeling of déjà vu stronger.
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"Chun, let’s change places next time." I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed his chest.
I never told him about the nightmare, and he never asked.
"...Alright, whatever you say..." Hing Chun held me and gave a simple answer.
"In the city, Mr. Bai Shikun and his wife Mrs. Bai Chan Yuet Sin’s golden wedding celebration is truly a grand event, isn’t it, Judy?"
"Yes, almost all the city’s celebrities attended..."...
I stared blankly at the TV screen as the hosts’ meaningless banter blurred. Only that face became clearer and clearer.
It was the face of Bai Shikun.
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"Why are you staring at that Bai guy? What’s so great about an old man? Don’t tell me you think I’m not old enough?"
Ignoring Ah Ming’s cold sarcasm, I tried to confirm my feelings.
Yes, that’s right. I know this Bai Shikun. He is someone who has a deep connection with me!
But in my memory, I can’t find any information about him.
Well, he’s a super-rich man from a prominent family—the ruling class of this city—while I’m just an ordinary citizen. How could our lives ever cross?
But the feeling was clear—I know him, and he’s very important to me.
Hing Chun, maybe, but Bai Shikun—
I couldn’t lie to myself anymore and say it’s just a coincidence.
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At night, lying in bed, Ah Ming held me, kissing my earlobe and neck... As his warm lips moved down, I gently pushed him away. He looked up, meeting my serious gaze, full of confusion.
"Ming, tell me honestly, do you know a woman named Ah Yu? Look me in the eyes and answer." I stared at him and spoke in a low voice.
Ah Ming was startled, then instantly avoided my gaze, rolling to the side. "What Ah Yu? I don’t know who you’re talking about!"
I pulled him up, "Don’t sleep! I’m telling you, for years I’ve been having these crazy dreams. I’m about to lose my mind!"
I started crying. I didn’t want to, but the chaos and helplessness made me collapse into his arms, even though I knew he couldn’t really help.
No, at least he could confirm one thing for me.
"Wife! What’s wrong? Don’t scare me!" Ah Ming panicked, hugging me and patting my back, soothingly.
After a while, he sighed and finally spoke.
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"I won’t hide it. Ah Yu was my first love. It was all before I turned twenty. We lived in the same building, just upstairs and downstairs. We were young and naive, so naturally we got together," Ah Ming said, sighing at the memory.
"Not long after, her father won the lottery and struck it rich. The whole family moved away, and we lost touch."
Ah Ming looked at me, even more puzzled. "That was so many years ago, and I never told anyone about it. How did you know?"
Leaning against the headboard, I rested on his chest and murmured, "I don’t know either. Ever since I married you, I’ve been dreaming about you—like you’re living another life, with a woman named Ah Yu." My fingers unconsciously circled on his strong chest as scenes from the dreams flashed through my mind.
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I continued softly, "The dream, or rather, the dreams, were like a TV series. And I was a spectator. For over ten years, in my dreams, I watched you and her grow up as childhood sweethearts in the slums. You were once a punk, then you became very, very rich. Then you immigrated to San Francisco, and you two stayed together all along."
After speaking, I propped my chin on his chest and looked up at him.
Ah Ming listened, shocked and bewildered. "No way, I became a tycoon?"
"Yes, for over ten years, I watched you and that woman grow old together in my dreams."
I sat up and continued, "Until the dream I had the night before last, you were both old, still holding hands, walking into a big mall."
"Where was that, still in San Francisco?" Ah Ming was fascinated, as if imagining what his life might’ve been in another world.
"No, it should have been in this city’s slum, because I saw the Sisters of St. Mary’s convent. But the old tenement buildings were gone, replaced by high-rises, and even St. Mary’s School was gone, turned into a big shopping mall."
I lay back down, listening to his steady heartbeat, whispering, "Strangely, in all those dreams, I never saw her face clearly. But in that dream the night before last, you were both old, both with white hair. Even though you and she never had kids, you were... very happy, very content..."
Strangely, even though I was just recounting my dreams, I couldn’t help but cry.
It was a feeling of both happiness and sadness.
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"Silly girl... Why are you crying? It’s just a dream." Ah Ming sat up and hugged me tight. "Wing, do you know about parallel universes?"
"What?" I was a bit confused by his sudden question.
"It means that in another space, there’s another Ah Ming, another you, and... another Ah Yu. They live a different life, maybe similar to ours, maybe very different." Ah Ming explained, sounding quite knowledgeable.
"I broke up with Ah Yu long ago. But in that other universe, maybe her father never won the lottery, so we stayed together. That affected other people and events, so my life developed very differently from here," he said, deep in thought.
"And you, for some reason, have a unique ability to receive messages from that universe, appearing in your mind as dreams."
"Honey... how do you know all this?" I was incredulous—he never seemed like someone who’d know about this stuff.
"You didn’t know I’ve always loved science fiction?"
Ah Ming kissed my lips, held my hand, and said tenderly, "Ah Yu was my first love. I had other girlfriends after, but since being with you, there’s only been you."
Hearing him say that, I couldn’t help crying again. I buried my head in his arms. He stroked my hair, patted my back, and didn’t speak further.
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After a while, I wiped my tears, looked at Ah Ming, and said firmly, "Ah Ming, I’ve decided to see a doctor. I can’t let these dreams torment me anymore!"
Ah Ming looked at me—his hair was graying, but his eyes were still as warm as when we first met. He said, "Alright, no matter what, I’ll be by your side."
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Li Jinghua Psychological Counseling Clinic • 7:00 p.m.
"Wing, have you stopped having those nightmares this past year?"
Dr. Li is a beautiful woman, with jet-black short hair that can’t hide her classical elegance. Her smooth skin, delicate oval face, and gentle, affectionate eyes make her look like someone from a traditional opera.
For the past three years, I’ve been receiving psychological treatment from her.
Her gentle, kind, pure gaze is the best sedative for my anxious heart.
"Yes, since starting treatment, those nightmares of pushing people off buildings, eating people’s hearts, and my husband being with another woman, have gradually lessened. This past year, I haven’t had any dreams at all."
Dr. Li smiled sweetly and patted my hand. "That’s truly worth celebrating. Congratulations."
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"...But doctor, my life hasn’t really changed much these past few years, so why did the dreams disappear?" I asked, puzzled.
Dr. Li looked at me as if I’d just asked a silly question, and smiled gently, "How can you say they ‘just disappeared’? That’s exactly the result of your treatment.
Through our conversations, you’ve gradually sorted out life’s problems and found the sources of stress. That way, your subconscious doesn’t need to create dreams to vent pressure anymore."
"That’s true. It turns out my stress came from disappointment in marriage and dissatisfaction with my husband. I talked with Ah Ming for a long time—very deeply—and he’s improved a lot.
Actually, after breaking up with that man two years ago, I really felt a lot lighter. And I haven’t had any more nightmares since."
Dr. Li was empathetic. She had a calming strength that always made me open up to her.
"But I always wondered—do I have these strange dreams because I’ve had some kind of precognitive ability since I was a child?"
"Wing, humanity’s understanding of our own mind and brain is still just the tip of the iceberg. I believe there are a few people in the world who truly possess unexplainable abilities.
I think you’re one of those lucky few," Dr. Li said with a smile.
No matter how puzzling something was, she could always explain it so reasonably. I suppose that’s her special ability.
"But that Bai tycoon—I clearly don’t know him, and it’s impossible for me to know him. But I always feel he and I..." Yes, that super-rich Bai Shikun never appeared in my dreams, but every time I saw him on TV, I would feel an inexplicable fear and anger.
"Wing, there are many things in this world that we’ll never understand. But what matters most is cherishing what we have and living well every day, don’t you agree?"
Dr. Li’s gentle words and kind, tender gaze made me swallow my questions.
"Yes, living in the present is what matters most." I responded—her words were always so irrefutable.
"Well, that’s it for tonight’s session. Come back next month, and if your condition stays stable, we’ll finish the treatment." Dr. Li smiled at me.
"Dr. Li, when treatment is over, can I ask you out for tea or a meal, as friends?" I smiled back. I don’t have many friends, because it’s hard for me to let my guard down, but I’m sure Dr. Li is a gentle, kind woman, and I really like her.
This beautiful woman in her thirties was momentarily surprised, then gave a warm smile. "Sure, of course."
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End of Episode 11
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