Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 580

That night, exhausted both physically and mentally, San Yueqi lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Deep in the dark dream, she found herself in a chaotic void, surrounded by fog. The fog seemed to have life, flowing and surging slowly.

She walked forward subconsciously, and every step seemed to be on the void, with no foothold, yet she moved forward miraculously and steadily.

Suddenly, two dazzling lights appeared in front of them, and two blurry figures emerged faintly in the lights, making it difficult to understand.

March 7th followed the two balls of light and saw the fog slowly dissipate, revealing a large door.

San Yueqi's heart moved and he walked quickly towards the door.

The moment her hand touched the door, a powerful force pulled her in.

She only felt a flash of white light before her eyes, and then she came to a completely new scene.

This place looks like a library, with towering shelves filled with all kinds of books.

She walked slowly along the bookshelf, her fingers gently brushing over the books, and suddenly, a book without a title caught her attention.

When she opened the book, a large amount of light surged out from the pages, and pictures emerged in the light, including the scene where she first woke up on the Star Train, looking at the unfamiliar things around her with a confused look on her face, and the scene where she and her companions in the train crew went on adventures on various planets, with laughter and tears intertwined.

These images flashed by quickly and finally stopped on a strange face. It was a woman who looked very similar to her, but with a hint of sadness at the corner of her mouth.

Just as March 7 wanted to take a closer look at the face, the surrounding environment suddenly shook violently, the bookshelves began to collapse, and the books were scattered all over the floor.

After the books were scattered on the ground, the surrounding space suddenly became nothingness.

Then, several beams of light descended from the pitch-black space.

As March 7th walked forward, a particle energy suddenly appeared in the beam of light and slowly transformed into a person.

When March 7th came to him, he realized that it was himself wearing new clothes on Yalilo.

March Seven reached out to touch it, but the beam of light in front of her suddenly disappeared, and 'March Seven' also disappeared.

March Seven turned her head to look at the other beams of light. There was her in the fairy boat wearing a martial arts uniform, there was her in a dress in Pinoconi, and there was her on the train, wearing the new clothes that Lin Yu gave her.

March 7th is approaching, and I don’t understand what is going on.

At this time, another beam of light fell not far from her.

This time, there's no such thing as particle energy.

A person similar to March 7th was dancing under the beam of light.

The dancer had a light figure and agile dance steps, and every movement was full of vitality. Her skirt fluttered as she danced, like a gorgeous flower blooming in the darkness.

San Yueqi couldn't help but be fascinated by the sight. She slowly walked closer, wanting to find out what was going on, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

When she was about to reach the dancer, the dancer suddenly stopped and looked up.

San Yueqi looked closely and found that it was her own face, but there was a vicissitude and depth in the eyes that she had never seen before, as if the face had gone through countless years of vicissitudes.

Before March Seventh could ask, the dancer whispered, "Which self have you been looking for?" The ethereal voice echoed in the silent space and struck March Seventh's heart.

San Yueqi stood there in a daze, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

She looked around, at the gradually dissipating beams of light and her own phantom that had appeared before, and an inexplicable confusion welled up in her heart.

"I..I don't know." She murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

She had always thought that she was the happy and carefree March 7 on the train, going on adventures and growing up with her friends, but now these dreamlike scenes have shaken her perception of herself.

The dancer sighed slightly and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch March Seven, but stopped just before touching her.

"Every step you take, every person you meet, and every experience you go through have shaped who you are today, but your past, those forgotten memories, are still in a corner, waiting for you to awaken them." As the dancer spoke, she gently waved her sleeves, and the space around her changed again.

A series of older and more blurred pictures emerged. There were scenes of war. San Yueqi seemed to see herself in the middle of it, struggling hard. There was a lonely figure praying silently under the quiet starry sky. That figure also looked like herself. There were also some people whose faces could not be seen clearly, surrounding her, laughing or crying, and there seemed to be a close connection between them.

San Yue Qi opened his eyes wide, trying desperately to see the images clearly, but they always flashed by like a candle in the wind.

"What is going on? Who are these people? What is hidden in my past?" she asked anxiously, her eyes filled with tears.

The dancer just looked at her quietly without giving a direct answer.

"When you are ready to face everything, the truth will naturally open its door to you. Remember, you are not alone, your partners will always be by your side." After saying this, the dancer's figure gradually blurred, and the surrounding space began to collapse, turning into countless fragments, engulfing March 7.

"Little March!"

"March!"

"March 7!"

Three sudden shouts from outside woke her up from her dream. She was gasping for breath and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Her heart was still pounding as she recalled the dream.

What do those mysterious images, the different versions of myself, and the dancers’ words mean?

"March, you finally woke up. Did you...have a nightmare?"

"I passed by your room and heard you keep saying I don't know..."

San Yueqi came back to his senses and saw Lin Yu sitting beside his bed, looking at him gently and worriedly.

At this moment, March 7 could no longer suppress his emotions. He reached out and hugged Lin Yu, buried his head in his chest, and tears burst out, wetting Lin Yu's clothes.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she wanted to vent out all the fear and confusion accumulated in the dream.

Lin Yu was stunned at first, then gently hugged Sanyueqi, and gently stroked her back with one hand, trying to comfort her in this way, "Don't be afraid, Sanyue, it's just a dream."

It took a long time for San Yueqi's emotions to gradually calm down.

She raised her head, looked at Lin Yu with tearful eyes, and choked up and said, "Lin Yu, I dreamed of many strange things. I saw many different versions of myself, and some people I didn't know at all. They all seemed to be related to my past, but I couldn't remember it."

Lin Yu gently wiped the tears from her eyes and said seriously, "Don't worry, Sanyue, dreams are sometimes a reflection of our subconscious mind. Maybe it is giving you a hint to help you find clues to your life experience."

Lin Yu held her hand tightly, "Besides, no matter what difficulties you encounter, I will be with you, and we will all be with you."

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