Mi Yao hooked her lips slightly, it seemed the fish had already bitten the bait.
She needed to catch up on some sleep, there was a big spectacle to witness tonight.
She leaned back on the plush blanket and her eyes drifted shut in a daze.
At that moment, a gentle voice echoed by her ear, "Mi Yao, wake up."
Mi Yao opened her eyes, and in front of her was Fanno, holding an alarm clock, "Mi Yao, what time is it now?"
Fanno's voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, luring her deeper into slumber. She looked at the swinging hands of the clock, wanting to discern the time, but her eyelids were so heavy, she fell asleep again.
"Mi Yao, do you remember the first time you met Huai Fu Yueming?"
The first meeting...
Yes, I remember.
Mi Yao slipped into distant memories, amidst flashes of lightning, the past fifteen years between two people flickered through her mind like a movie.
She had met him when she was eight, and now she was twenty-three.
