A single "Ye Xi" uttered left Lu Yingying stunned in place.
Song Musen seemed to suddenly come to his senses, turning around.
But the result was that he saw Lu Yingying.
Lu Yingying looked at him incredulously and asked, "What did you just call me?"
Song Musen's drowsiness had long vanished.
Just now, he had indeed dreamt of Ye Xi.
He dreamt once again of the time during his marriage with Ye Xi.
Ye Xi was still as kind to him as always, standing before him, ever cautious and timid, afraid of saying something wrong and making him upset.
In the dream, Song Musen held Ye Xi, kissing her upturned nose and those delicate, beautiful lips.
She was unlike anyone else, soft, like a little kitten.
She would become nervous and uneasy, her big eyes shining with a clarity and tenderness no one else had, yet she was never pretentious.
She was beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Her body was so soft that he dared not squeeze too hard, fearing it might hurt her.
