If after a hundred years she has to go to hell, just thinking that he will be there too, it seems not so scary.
As the rocking chair gently swayed, Nan Wan said softly, "How can that be, if you dream of her, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
The temperature in the greenhouse was lower than in the bedroom. Mu Jin Huan worried she might catch a cold, so he wrapped her in a blanket and slowly asked, "She's been at our house for more than a month, you've known me for so long, how come you never dream of me once?"
He asked intentionally, just to divert her attention.
Nan Wan knew all too well.
Her lips curved faintly, following the man's words, "I have dreamed of you."
Mu Jin was merely asking casually, so her answer surprised him a little.
Lowering his gaze, he focused on her small face and asked, "When?"
Barton came over, rubbing his fur against Nan Wan's feet, tickling her.
Unable to hold back, she chuckled lightly, the tone bright, "Maybe, tomorrow night... perhaps."
