"What’s on your mind?" Jason asked.

Ji Chuan pointed to the paper in his hand and said, "Of course, it’s this matter. Come on, my dear Jason, help me interpret this dream! I promise, no matter how late, you’ll get to enjoy some steaming hot honey-glazed roast duck!"

"Alright!" Jason agreed rather unambitiously, "Fine, I guess!"

Although he really wanted to refuse with some integrity, something deep inside told him that steaming hot honey-glazed roast duck was irresistibly tempting.

Just hearing those words, he could almost smell that alluring aroma.

"Let me take a look first." Jason lowered his head to finish reading what Ji Chuan had written on the paper, then said, "I think this dream is definitely a reflection of her reality."

"How so?" Ji Chuan quickly asked.

"Do you remember what’s crucial when Yan Huan has an episode?"

"Dust!"

"Exactly, it’s dust." Jason said, "Look, a very noticeable feature in her dream is the overwhelming dust! Ji Chuan, this probably isn’t just a dream. It’s something she actually experienced in reality! In that dusty weather, something must have happened to her."

"What was it?" Ji Chuan’s curiosity reached its peak.

Jason placed the paper on the table, shrugged his shoulders, and expressed his ignorance: "Who else should you ask but Yan Huan?"

"But she doesn’t know a thing either. This dream has been haunting her for years. It’s just that she’s been dreaming it more frequently lately! I also asked her today, what exactly happened after she was taken by traffickers? Guess what she said?"

Jason gestured with his eyes for him to continue.

"She doesn’t remember it at all."

"I got it!" Jason suddenly slapped his thigh, "She must have been heavily traumatized back then, so she deliberately sealed her memory. She doesn’t want to remember those things, so when triggered by something, they replay over and over again in her dreams."

"But how do you explain the blood-red river? It can’t possibly be a river dyed with blood, unless there was some kind of massacre." Ji Chuan thought this was utterly absurd.

"This probably has an abstract meaning." Jason thought for a moment and then said confidently, "This is the root of Yan Huan’s illness. Once the root is found, I can definitely cure her."

"But she can’t remember anything now." This is what truly worried Ji Chuan.

"It’s okay. When she’s feeling better, bring her over. I can perform a session of Hypnosis to put her nerves in a relaxed state and see if it helps with the treatment," Jason suggested.

"I can’t believe you know such amazing stuff!"

"I am a very professional psychologist. What’s so amazing about that? You’re such a fuss, aren’t you?" Jason looked at Ji Chuan with contempt.

"Pff. Do you still want that roast duck or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please hurry up! I feel like I could eat ten ducks right now!" Jason’s eyes lit up with excitement.

"Look at you. Wait right here, I’ll be quick! For putting in so much effort to help Yan Huan, I must make sure you eat your fill."