Just like that, she fell asleep.
In her dream, it was the summer of seventeen years old. In the morning sunlight at the entrance of Mu family, there was a living room covered with light. A tall figure walked slowly towards her with the light on her back. She walked into her world and entered her heart.
Mu Yichen's long fingers stopped moving, and his cold eyes gradually softened as he looked at the figure sitting on the chair.
The thin notebook was pushed to the side.
When he held her, he found that she was shivering with tears at the corner of her eyes. He didn't know if it was because of the cold or the nightmare.
With one look, Mu Yichen felt as if he had been punched in the chest, and he was in great pain.
There was a complicated light shining in his deep eyes. Both love and hate
