The fantasy he had was a vivid one, Yang Tian-Xu cannot tell if he's dreaming or was it real? A vivid dream he had that night, where it was just him and her, late at the office at 8:00 p.m. It was after hours and with minimal lightings. The dream felt so real, and he could not believe he was dreaming. Wang Yi-An came in and smiled at him, “President Yang, I'm done with the illustrations!"
Her bright beautiful smile, as he thought, "This is a dream, right?" No... She stood there in front of him. A déjà vu? Her first day at work, as she wore a simple dress suit, her hair up in a bun. Yang Tian-Xu questioned himself; a dream so substantial, perhaps real and not be a dream? She worked for hours trying to satisfy the client's requests. The clients were quite demanding and required her to work
