PDLP Chapter 21 identified as the Dream Girl
Chapter 21 identified as the Dream Girl
Sana Minatozaki has recently developed an unusually high need for sleep.
Since I won't get my passport anytime soon, I might as well take this time to rest.
It was definitely not for the purpose of having that precognitive dream.
So after returning to her room at noon, she habitually took two melatonin pills, clutched the blanket with both hands, and fell asleep.
But the melatonin seemed to have stopped working, and she started having dreams again.
This dream is different from the fragmented scenes of the past; it is a performance with a complete storyline.
"Because losing a passport is an exception, the existing visa is not valid for the new passport..."
The staff at the South Korean embassy in Osaka patiently explained to Sana Minatozaki.
She listened absentmindedly.
Anyone who gets their wallet stolen while attending an event in Italy would be in a bad mood. The thief even stole their passport—what use is that to them?
Not to mention that the wallet was a gift from her father.
"Ma'am, are you listening?"
"Huh?"
Sana Minatozaki, who was sitting by the window, suddenly snapped out of her reverie and blinked at the staff, trying to cover up her embarrassment at being distracted.
"In short, if you lose your passport, all your visas become invalid, and you need to apply for them all over again with a new passport."
"To apply for a work visa, the company needs to apply for a Certificate of Eligibility for you based on your new passport. This process takes about two weeks. Applying for the visa at the embassy in Osaka takes another week."
A male voice came from behind. Although his Japanese was not at the level of a native speaker, it was obviously much better than that of the staff.
But that's how dreams are; unless it's someone you know, it's hard to see their face clearly, just like the clerk at the window.
But when Sana Minatozaki turned to look at the man, the increasingly clear facial features made her heart skip a beat—this must be the scene of their first encounter.
"But I need to get back to South Korea in a hurry..."
Sana Minato felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She should have called her manager over to help with the passport issue.
The company returned her passport because they considered her a veteran artist. Now, she's lost her passport, and her work can't proceed normally.
The penalty for canceling a three-week trip... just thinking about it makes my heart ache.
"Don't worry. As a professional agency, JYPE will definitely help you apply for a Certificate of Eligibility after they find out your passport is lost."
The man comforted her, sat down next to Sana Minatozaki, took out a pen, wrote down the steps she needed to take on a sticky note, and guided her—
Sana Minatozaki didn't care what he wrote; she just stared intently at the hand he was using to write—the man was left-handed.
And then? Who exactly is he? Minatozaki Sana already had a name in mind, and she wanted to press the fast forward button, but what awaited her was a thunderclap.
Sana Minatozaki sat bolt upright in bed, almost instinctively calling out Jung Do-hoon's name. Her heart pounded, and her pajamas were soaked with sweat.
How could it be Zheng Daoxun? The woman clutched her chest, feeling as if all her strength had been drained by this dream. She weakly picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, but it didn't help much.
If this was a precognitive dream, the timeline is clearly wrong—Sana Minatozaki already knows Jung Do-hoon, so how could she not know him in that future timeline?
parallel world?
Google poured cold water on her this time—subliminal perception, emotional memory, and memory assimilation—these terms all point to one thing.
Perhaps Sana Minatozaki simply had such a deep impression of Jung Do-hoon that she kept dreaming about every little thing she did with him.
Perhaps this was just a dream...
Sana Minatozaki clutched her chest and looked out the window. The downpour had stopped, with only the occasional streak of lightning flashing by.
It's really strange that the thunder only started after the rain had stopped, giving people a feeling of time going backwards.
Never mind, I'll go wash my pajamas.
The torrential rain was truly the best white noise; it wasn't until the rain stopped that Jung Do-hoon was able to pull himself out of his work mode.
It was already past nine o'clock at night.
At this hour, I can only buy a boxed meal at the nearby convenience store.
Zheng Daoxun had only taken a few steps out of the hotel with his umbrella when a brightly colored sports car sped past, splashing water onto his trousers, leaving him speechless and helpless.
He watched the scarlet taillights disappear from sight, and then he thought of the umbrella's owner.
Pei Xiuzhi.
After returning to Seoul, Jung Do-hoon would need to schedule a time with her alone to return the umbrella.
But Bae Suzy sent him her address, implying that he should come to her house to return it?
Zheng Daoxun sighed softly, feeling somewhat confused.
Back in his room, he put his wet pants in the laundry basket, changed into a tracksuit, and carried the laundry basket to the communal laundry room.
Although the hotel has good facilities, the service is quite average—when they were covering Sana Minatozaki with a blanket, Jung Do-hoon had to ask for it before she even noticed. Guests also have to do their own laundry.
He had just pushed open the frosted glass door of the laundry room when he saw a young woman holding up her phone, taking pictures of the washing machine, and muttering something in Japanese—
"It's one thing that there's no Japanese on this Panasonic washing machine, but the English is so bad that even translation software can't really understand it..."
It's Sana Minatozaki again.
Jung Do-hoon couldn't help but recall his experience outside the elevator on the first floor this morning.
She rubbed her chest against her chest.
If it were in her past life, it would be one thing, but why is Sana Minatozaki rubbing against a strange man now?
Jung Do-hoon sighed softly, bent down and quickly set the washing machine. He intended to leave quietly, but Minatozaki Sana, as if grasping at a straw, looked at him directly:
"Hello... Do-hoon-ssi?"
Sana Minato stared at Jung Do-hoon's left hand for a while.
Her behavior was a bit strange.
"What do you want to wash?" Since Zheng Daoxun couldn't leave, he patiently squatted down beside her and turned the knob on the machine.
"Just pajamas and..." Minatozaki Sana stopped talking, and Jung Do-hoon rolled his eyes at her without saying anything.
It was both shameful and embarrassing.
There shouldn't be any major problem washing underwear and pajamas together, right? It's not like it's with socks.
"Disinfect again after washing, just click here." Zheng Daoxun helped her set it up. "After washing, put it in the dryer, just click here."
"I'm usually very hygienic, it's just that when I'm away on business..." Minatozaki Sana explained incoherently, but Jung Do-hoon only glanced at her and made her feel that this man had completely seen through her.
It's as if he knows all of Sana Minatozaki's habits, including her bad ones.
"Using my own washing machine isn't a big problem, but this is a hotel after all. Goodbye."
"Wait a minute! I need to apologize for what happened this morning."