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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1148

Elsa collapsed onto her bed, wishing that she could vanish from the face of the planet. She was down in the mouth, an uneasy feeling stuck at the back of her throat. She couldn't get rid of it. The moment she found out that Silent Sorrow was actually Charlie, she was so pissed off that she had the impulse to go punch him right in his face. How could he do this? And why was he doing this to her for so long?

Her phone still clutched in her hand, Elsa pressed her face against the sheet speechlessly. Her roommates hadn't yet noticed her odd behavior. Olivia and Anna were huddled together on one bed while Ann was lying on the other bed. The three of them were gossiping noisily, and once in a while, they turned to Elsa to ask her opinions. Elsa hummed and gave one word replies occasionally, although she wasn't quite caught up with what they were talking about.

Even after a few minutes had passed, Elsa's mind was still a mess. But she soon fell asleep. Since she was really upset when she had fallen asleep, she had nothing but nightmares that night. In her dream, she was standing in a forest of peach trees. As a slight breeze blew, the peach blossoms fell down like snowflakes, spreading across the blue sky. It was breathtaking and Elsa sang its praises as she stood there dazzled by its beauty. She looked around the forest, reluctant to tear herself away from the mesmerizing nature. As she was walking through the forest, she found a wooden swing on one of the big trees. She trotted towards it briskly and sat on it.

She swung higher as the petals started falling all around her; it was amazing. She was too obsessed with her swinging and didn't realize when and how all the peach blossoms on the tress had turned into peaches. It happened so fast, like a magician was playing tricks. When she saw the delicious pink peaches hanging down from the trees, she jumped down from the swing and ran to the nearest tree in excitement. Elsa had always dreamed about one day having a large orchard, like the peach garden of the Queen Mother in Journey to the West, one of the four classic novels of Chinese literature. And then she could roam around in the orchard just like the Monkey King, and eat as many juicy peaches as she wanted. And she wished she could throw the peaches away after taking only one bite, just the sweetest part of it. Ah! The thought itself was so satisfying.

"How dare you! Don't you know that I am the owner of this peach garden? You're playing with fire, young lady!" Elsa was rudely interrupted by a loud voice, and although it had come from a distance far from her, she was shocked by the fury filled words. She had to stop eating her delicious peach to turn around and look at the stranger. She almost dropped the peach when she saw the man who was glaring at her. It was a man in an ancient general's suit, but she recognized his face. Charlie! The general was holding a demon-subduing tower in his right hand while his left middle and index fingers were pointed at Elsa.

"You're the one playing with fire! And all the members of your family are playing with fire!" Elsa shouted back at him. She was really pissed off, but wasn't sure whom she was angry at, Charlie or the general in her dream. She was in a beautiful dream. Why didn't the general from heaven treat her more gently?

"Anyone who enters this garden without permission shall be punished! And you dared to eat my peaches too! Twice guilty!" the general announced, ignoring Elsa's words. She saw him whisper some spell, and all of a sudden, all the peaches began falling from the trees around her. They attacked Elsa like hailstones.

The peach rain was not as pleasant as it sounded, because it hurt like hell.

"Ow!" Elsa yelled and ran, but had nowhere to hide.

With a loud bang, Elsa fell to the ground. From her bed. She heard sleepy voices complaining.

"What's up? What are you doing down there?" Anna asked, worried and amused by Elsa's bewildered look.

"Was that an earthquake just now?" Olivia gasped, woken up by the noise.

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