Zheng Huai had already sunk into his own spiritual world. As he pondered, he muttered, "So, what is the reason that would cause two different individuals to have the same dream? When Guan Lei had the dream, the Three Stones Art Museum had not been constructed. Was it a future warning? Now that the Three Stones Art Museum has been destroyed and changed its name, will it still happen?"
"Do you know when the explosion happened?" Zheng Huai turned to Meng Yu and asked.
Meng Yu frowned and carefully recalled what had just happened. "It's this year but I didn't see the exact time clearly. However, judging from the attire, it should be winter, and there was a little snow outside."
"That's strange. It rarely snows in Rong City. This doesn't make sense!" Li Zhe was puzzled.
Zheng Huai shook his head " Rong City had snowed before, it's nothing new. But you're right. Rong City, which almost never snows, snowed in your dream. Maybe this is really just a dream."
