Maybe because the sunshine was especially warm, in the peace of mind, Catherine slowly fell asleep. In the dream she came back to her family, to her soft princess bed. The cheek was basked warm by the sun, she stretched lazily, and opened her eyes to see the familiar room.

Pink curtains, big and small lovely dolls, this was her room, wasn't it? She picked up her untidy hair, put on her slippers and ran downstairs.

"Early in the morning so hurry, rest assured, you are not late." Following the sound, she ran to the kitchen, where Anna Wang in an apron, was heating milk.

Catherine walked quickly behind Anna and hugged her waist, with her face leaning gently against her back. "Good morning, dear mom!"

"Haven't you brushed your teeth and washed your face? Hurry up and clean up, or you'll be late for work!" Anna patted her hand, unable to hide her happiness in her words.

Eyes slowly became wet, Catherine gently sniffed, and did not dare to give out too loud voice. I am not dreaming, am I? Unwilling to give up the release of Anna, Catherine jumped out of the kitchen. When she walked to the kitchen door, she looked back at Anna, "Mom, I love you!"

She ran upstairs, brushed her teeth, washed her face, changed clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror, but she still couldn't believe it. Did she go back through time, or was the decline of Gu's family just a dream.

After patting her face, she wanted to be closer to Anna. Catherine was sitting in the dining room eating breakfast, put the poached eggs on Anna's plate and looked at her as she ate.

"Why, do I have flowers on my face? Why are you so strange today?" Anna stared uneasily at Catherine, who was strange early in the morning.

"Nothing, I just think mom is getting younger and prettier." Catherine was grinning with her chopsticks in mouth.

From the corridor came footsteps, Catherine turned to look at the stairs, she was so happy that she forgot her father.

Frank Gu came slowly up the stairs. "Baby, who are you talking to?"

Catherine uneasily pulled the corner of her coat, "I'm talking to my mom. She made breakfast early in the morning." She turned her head and looked at Anna, only to find that Anna, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly disappeared.

"No way, where's mom? She just sat here, why suddenly disappeared? I am not a child, don't play hide-and-seek game, mom you come out." Catherine's tears gushed out uncontrollably, holding her arms and lying on the table.

Frank patted Catherine's shoulder, "Catherine, your mother has gone, and you have to believe it. I know it's hard for you, but dad is just like you. We have to be strong and get through this."

Catherine waved away Frank's hand on her shoulder, impossible, it was just a dream. Catherine rubbed her eyes and stood up. Her mother must be joking with her. She went to find her mother.

"Catherine, have you finished your breakfast? I'll pick you up and go to try on your wedding dress." Wilson appeared in the living room, tall in a spotless suit.

A faint perfume floated through the air, the next second the figure of Joyce appeared by the side of Wilson. "Catherine, you will be married so soon, let me be your bridesmaid?"

Catherine covered her head hard. It was not true. Don't listen. She didn't want to hear it. "No, no, get out of here, all of you. I'm going to find my mom; I'm going to find my mom!"

Outside.

Bruce listened to Catherine's whisper, it should be a nightmare, and he quickly put down the things in hand and walked to the sofa. Catherine's forehead shed a lot of sweat, the face was also staggered with tears. He took out a few tissues, the body of Catherine leaned in his bosom, and he wiped her tears dearly.

He held Catherine's hand, gently stroking her back. "Don't be afraid. It was just a dream. It wasn't real."

In her dream.

Frank pulled her daughter, although he was very distressed but he had no way. "How can you make Wilson go away? You're getting married next week. Your mother will be comforted if she saw you married!"

No, not like this, not like this. Wilson was a bastard. He and Joyce acted in collusion with each other. She would not marry him. Mom won't rest assured. No.

Suddenly Catherine opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Bruce was startled, put his hand in front of her and she did not respond. In panic, he pulled Catherine and shook her up.

"Don't shake me, I am fine, my bones will fall apart." Catherine blinked and lay in Bruce's arms limply.

Seeing such Catherine for the first time, Bruce was really shocked. Even after that night, he had not seen her so desperate. He pulled the blanket back together and held her so tight.

"You say, did I do something bad in my last life, so my family have to be punished this life? And me, my boyfriend, my bestie, were right in front of me. Even if I turned a blind eye, they wouldn't let me go." Catherine said quietly, as if she were not telling her own story.

Bruce sighed, in fact, he also had a little responsibility. But at least he would be responsible, if others, it was afraid that they would take advantage of it but be indifferent!

"You're a good girl. They did that to you because they were blind. You will encounter a variety of unpleasant facts in your life, everyone will have some, and you do not have to owe them all to yourself. You will have me, Kenny, Ashley, and many more friends." Bruce combed her bangs behind her ears.

Good girl, what's the definition of good girl? He didn't know why there were always a few people who had a problem with her, just because she looked beautiful and had a sense of threat? Looks were born naturally and she did not feel she was very beautiful, just because those people underestimate themselves!

Slowly calming her mood down, Catherine squeezed out a smile that she thought ugly herself. "You're right. Now I've got a backer, too. If someone bullies me, I'll let you and Flaggie together help me bully him back."

Bruce looked at his empty arms, as expected some warmth was not given by the air conditioner. Looking at the revival of Catherine, the big stone in his heart was slowly put down, obviously the time together was not long but his mood unconsciously followed her. Really, all the arrangements of god exist and make sense.