Qiao An, perpetually out of the loop, woke up early. As she ate the various delicacies Mu Zimo had delivered to her door, she sighed with emotion once again.
"This kind of life… I never could have imagined it, not even in my wildest dreams…"
Seeing Qiao An's satisfied expression, all the lingering frustrations in Mu Zimo's heart were instantly soothed. He happily stood up to clear the dishes.
Still exasperated by his lack of progress, Ding Fengchun glared at Mu Zimo, who simply lowered his head with a bashful look.
"So, what kind of life did you used to imagine for yourself?"
Leaning back lazily in her dining chair, Qiao An recalled those early days of starving more often than not, then rubbed her now-stuffed belly.
