Le Tong pondered for a long time about what kind of image the teenage Ji Rui had, and she had no answer.
However, that night, a young man appeared in Le Tong's dream.
The young man had a mix of Baobao's childishness and Ji Rui's sharpness, with the unique arrogance and confidence of youth in his features.
The young man, dressed in a black knight's outfit, gallantly rode on a tall white steed, rushing recklessly into her sight. He reined in the horse, its head raised high as it neighed at the sky. The young man gave her a wanton smile, raised the whip in his hand, and the black and white light streaked across her eyes...
Waking up, beside her, Baobao, who bore some resemblance to that young man, was clutching her arm and sleeping soundly like a pig.
Le Tong gently caressed Baobao's handsome eyebrows.
She was very clear that the young man in her dream was how she imagined the young Ji Rui.
But the real young Ji Rui probably had nothing to do with the boy in her dream.
