Qiao An, clueless as ever, woke up early. As she ate the various delicacies Mu Zimo had brought to her door, she couldn't help but feel emotional all over again.
"This kind of life... I never could have imagined it, not even in my wildest dreams..."
Seeing the look of pure contentment on Qiao An's face, any lingering regrets in Mu Zimo's heart instantly vanished. He happily got up to clear the dishes.
Still frustrated with them, Ding Fengchun shot Mu Zimo a glare, but he just lowered his head shyly.
"So, what kind of life did you imagine for yourself back then?"
Leaning back lazily in her dining chair, Qiao An thought about her old life of practically starving all the time, then rubbed her now-stuffed belly.
