"Hmm, I really like it." He still reached out to take the flower in her hand.
After dinner, she once again started feeling drowsy.
"Sleepy again?" He reached out and poked her cheek.
The warm touch on her cheek made her feel familiar and nostalgic, the guard in her heart slowly crumbling bit by bit.
"Yeah, I want to sleep." She replied in a blurry voice.
Shen Yuzhe walked in from outside the door with someone.
Half-asleep and half-awake, Ye Ranran had a dream, a surreal and bizarre dream.
In the dream, someone gently held her hand, there was the crying of children, and also mournful wailing.
Gradually, the scenes in the dream became clearer, she wanted to see them more clearly, but soon they shifted into another image.
Just like that, one frame after another flashed by quickly—she hadn't had the chance to clearly see before it faded away.
Watching the pain etched on her face, Jun Mochan asked anxiously, "How is she?"
