sinovels Chapter 69 Leftovers
Chapter 69 Leftovers
The car had already stopped downstairs at Minatozaki Sana's apartment building, and Mina gently woke her up.
Without saying goodbye to Mina, she dazedly took the elevator, entered the password, and slumped into the soft sofa, sinking into it completely.
During that brief moment in the car, Sana Minatozaki wasn't dreaming—
According to her previous speculation, she should have had a precognitive dream after meeting Jung Do-hoon, so why didn't she have one?
Is it because...?
As Mina said, these dreams were simply a projection of her strong feelings for Jung Do-hoon in reality.
Once the prophetic dream is exposed, it naturally disappears.
Sana Minato shuddered. She couldn't imagine that the precognitive dream she had been obsessed with for so long was just a result of her own wishful thinking, and she dared not imagine how she would face Jung Do-hoon after the precognitive dream was gone.
Perhaps... it was just a short nap in the taxi, and the sleep was not deep enough to dream?
Sana Minatozaki comforted herself with these words when a phone call came in—
She shouldn't have expected it to be Jung Do-hoon; looking at the name "Da-hyun," a sense of disappointment welled up inside her.
"Unnie, I couldn't get a date with Jung Do-hoon for you today. How about I try again in a few days with a different excuse?"
There's no need for that anymore.
Sana Minatozaki held up her phone, her gaze drifting to the ceiling. Her voice was hoarse, as if she had said a lot, but in the end, she could only squeeze out two words:
"No."
"Unnie?! Are you alright?" Kim Da-hyun's worried voice came through, but this concern brought no warmth; instead, it made things even more suffocating.
She was already feeling terrible, why did she have to deal with this unnecessary concern? She said she had something to do—
Everyone knows something's up. Jung Do-hoon knows, Mina knows, and Kim Da-hyun has guessed it too. But is it of any use?
Everything she was so attached to turned out to be a pipe dream. Who would cooperate with her to continue this dream?
"I'm fine." She took several deep breaths and forced a smile. "I was just about to eat. I haven't eaten all night, I'm starving."
"I'll order you express delivery; it'll be here in about ten minutes."
"No need, I don't want fast food today, I'll just eat something home-cooked... That's fine then, I'll continue cooking, okay?"
Sana Minatozaki hung up the phone, opened the refrigerator, and there it was—the stir-fried cabbage he'd made yesterday, wrapped in a plastic bag. From the outside, it looked exactly the same as yesterday, but…
Who knows if it's broken?
It's like the love in a dream; it looks so beautiful and sweet, but when you try to taste it, it's bitter and heartbreaking.
After tearing off the plastic wrap, the good news was that the stir-fried cabbage hadn't spoiled and was still barely edible.
But Sana Minato didn't want such good news. She wished she could sit at the same table with Jung Do-hoon right now, even if they were arguing, they could still face each other and eat a hot meal, just like in her dream.
The cold dishes were not tasty; the broth had a thin layer of oil floating on top, and they didn't taste very good.
After swallowing, it felt icy cold all the way from my throat to my stomach, and my stomach felt a little sore.
Why does it hurt even when I don't eat? Is it because my heart is aching?
She clutched her chest, and it seemed like she was starting to taste something in her mouth. Had the food returned to room temperature?
She took another bite, but it still tasted like chewing wax, with no flavor or texture whatsoever.
Oh, so the salty and hot taste comes from tears.
It turned out to be the case.
Sana Minatozaki opened her phone and looked at the number saved as "Secretary Dokon." Countless frustrations and grievances welled up in her mouth, but she dared not make the call.
Jung Do-hoon, why won't you listen to me a little more? Listen to me paint oil paintings together in the apartment, listen to me walk in the rapeseed fields outside Osaka...
"Are you asleep?"
Is that Zheng Daoxun's voice?
Sana Minatozaki suddenly woke up, picked up her phone and immediately replied:
"I'm not asleep yet."
"I'll be home in about half an hour. Sorry, I'm working overtime again today. What would you like to eat? I'll bring it to you on my way home from get off work."
"I don't want to eat out; I want to eat home-cooked meals."
It was just a dream. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, and I feel happy in my dream.
"Ha...aren't the meals at home the ones I cook? I'm telling you, you should learn how to cook too. Can I cook for you for the rest of my life?"
"Why can't I do it for a lifetime!"
"What if I go on a business trip? What if I'm posted abroad... How about Chinese food? Braised pork belly and stir-fried broccoli."
In my dream, I rested my chin on my hand, looking somewhat troubled, and said, "Chinese food is nice, but could we please not eat broccoli?"
"Can't."
"How about South American food? I'd like grilled squid..."
"If I go to buy seafood, I'll be home half an hour later."
"Then let's eat broccoli! I want to see you soon~"
See you later.
How wonderful! She would wait for him to come home, and he would always patiently cook dinner for her.
However... not all first-person perspectives can enhance immersion or allow people to empathize.
Sana Minatozaki felt a bitter taste in her mouth.
What exactly does she need to do to get the timeline right and get back on this path?
As for the so-called breakup, it's still a thousand times, ten thousand times better than not being able to even say a word to each other now.
At least by then, I can put my hand on my chest and tell myself that at least there was sweetness once, right?
Drop drop drop...
The keypad door opened, and in the dimly lit room, Sana Minatozaki couldn't see Jung Do-hoon's face clearly. She only saw herself pounce on him, and he said in a disgusted tone:
"Oh dear, I haven't even changed my shoes yet... Vegetables! At least let me put the vegetables down first... Hmm..."
So, I can actually force a kiss?
Is this what love is?
If this precognitive dream is true, why make yourself suffer before you've even tasted the sweetness of love?
"Hey! Sana Minatozaki... Don't unbutton my shirt, aren't you hungry? Let me go cook..."
"I'm really hungry! But we can go to the room and cook some food first."
"I haven't taken a shower yet..."
"It's okay, I can just wipe it with a wet wipe..."
"Minatozaki Saka..."
"Sana xi?"
The sudden change in address startled Sana Minatozaki, and her tone became less enthusiastic.
What exactly happened?
Sana Minato opened her eyes, which had been closed due to the passionate kiss, and found herself back in her lonely apartment.
The man who used to buy groceries and cook for her after get off work was no longer in the room.
In the dimly lit room, the phone screen lit up, showing a call duration of 30 seconds.
"If you don't have anything urgent to tell me, I'll hang up now."
Did she just make a phone call in her sleep?
Sana Minatozaki vaguely remembered that she had opened her phone's call screen while she was eating.
Was it an accidental touch?
"Um..." Before she could speak, a busy tone came from the receiver.
beep--
The call was disconnected.