Luo Qiangwei was very sleepy, her eyes weren't fully open, squinting slightly, she saw a handsome man in an exquisite suit half-kneeling in front of her.
His distinct fingers holding her foot, a wet wipe in hand, wiping the high heels that had gotten dirty from being stepped on.
His actions were careful and cautious, as if afraid of waking her up.
"Dull Mo, I'm telling you, I hate going to crowded places, it gets my high heels dirty, I don't like wearing unclean shoes."
Words spoken years ago...like a dream.
Luo Qiangwei's eyes unexpectedly filled with tears, she squinted at the crystal chandelier above the café, somewhat self-deprecatingly thinking, it's been so long, she knows the Dull Mo she missed probably will never come back.
The Gu Poison has been cured, but he still hasn't regained his memory, maybe just as the doctor said...he won't recover in this lifetime.
The Dull Mo she cherished had completely died on that cruise ship in Seattle.
