The notebook recording the tragedies of his dreams was still in a small drawer in the bedroom he shared with Lu Mingze at Aunt's house. In that bedroom, apart from the bed, only that drawer belonged exclusively to Lu Mingze—no, to Lu Mingfei. To protect it, Lu Mingfei had even bought a combination lock, specifically to prevent that little brat Lu Mingze from prying and snooping through his diary.
Lu Mingfei remembered how, for many nights after dreaming of the story—long after Lu Mingze had either left the room or fallen fast asleep—he would sit alone at that familiar desk. Before him was an old-fashioned window, and beyond the glass was a slightly chipped burglar bar. A phoenix tree, several stories high, grew right beside their house. In summer, it would sprout lush branches and leaves, chopping the sunlight streaming into the room into scattered fragments; in winter, the bare branches would accumulate snow, and the curved boughs would be pressed so hard by the white weight that they rested against the window glass... Amidst such scenery, Lu Mingfei repeatedly recorded his dreams in his diary, drawing out a girl's name over and over again, imagining what it would be like to meet her in the future and be together with her.
What a long and agonizing five years it had been. Crossing through time and space, breaking free from the shackles of destiny, he had finally come to her side.
Chapter 816