Falling asleep with a hint of regret, Qin Yiren had a chaotic dream, and when she woke up, her mind was blank.
Thin sunlight streamed into the room, and the TV echoed with the host's awkward fake laughter.
Frowning with a headache, Qin Yiren switched off the TV, yawning as she walked to the bathroom and looked at her somewhat haggard reflection in the mirror.
The fragmented scenes from last night's dream flashed through her mind, and she vaguely felt that she seemed to have dreamed about Bo Jinghang.
Meeting so often lately, dreaming about him day and night was quite normal, but the Bo Jinghang in the dream seemed different from the one in reality, not as gentle and elegant, but more...
It was hard to describe the strange feeling, Qin Yiren glanced at her wristwatch, temporarily putting aside her complicated feelings.
She turned on the faucet at the sink and splashed her face with cold water, shivering from the chilly sensation.
