This night, Zhou Li had a sweet dream.
In the dream, she was standing on the vast natural meadow, with soft grass under her feet, like stepping on a plush carpet.
A gentle breeze brushed by, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass.
She ran joyfully, her hair flying freely in the wind, her laughter scattering in every corner. Not far away stood Li Jing, his eyes full of tenderness, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
That smile was like the warm spring sunshine, gently illuminating her heart, making her feel increasingly beautiful and delightful in this dream world.
When the first morning ray of sunlight filtered through the curtains and touched Zhou Li's cheek, her long eyelashes quivered slightly, and then she slowly lifted her eyelids to see Li Jing's sleeping face clearly before her.
She awoke from the dream to see this scene, her initially blurry gaze gradually coming into focus.
All the memories from last night immediately resurfaced in her mind.
