This night, Gu Nanqiao had a very fitful sleep.
She seldom dreamt while sleeping, but this time she did, and it was a nightmare.
In the dream, it was winter, and she stood amidst a thick fog, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, while Huo Jingting stood in front of her, his back to her.
She felt distressed and ran after him, but when he suddenly turned around, the look he gave her was one of disgust and aversion, along with coldness and detachment.
Gu Nanqiao froze, her footsteps halted in place.
Huo Jingting then turned his back, acting as if she did not exist.
Her gaze shifted to the person beside him, where Lin Qingge's figure appeared, her face bright with a sweet smile, her arm entwined with his.
He bent down to kiss her, the affection and indulgence in his eyes still present, only the leading lady had changed.
