"An Le..."
In a patch of darkness, Yan Huan opened his eyes blankly.
He lay in the warmth of the bedclothes, the whispers from his mouth trembling into sound.
It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice in the dark that Yan Huan shook off the fear of turning into a snake.
Yet, even so, the scenes from the dream persisted, making Yan Huan feel a tightness in his chest, unable to exhale for a long time.
Instead, a single drop of murky tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.
He remembered...
At first, An Le was very withdrawn.
She had been lost from her parents for a long time in her childhood, which traumatized her.
She had no friends her age in the South District and often sat alone at the edge of the sandbox.
He felt sorry for her and used a vow to become a couple to pull her out of the shadow of her introversion...
And to this day, she remembers it all.
Yan Huan blankly exhaled the pent-up breath from his chest, adapting to the air filled with moonlight.
