Gently brushing against his brows, this is something An Li dares to do only in her dreams.
An Li doesn't have many extravagant hopes for the future, even if this moment is brief, she is willing to immerse herself in its tenderness.
Perhaps sensing someone touching his face, Wen Linyu's brows, which hadn't relaxed in days, furrowed even deeper.
An Li, startled, immediately withdrew her hand.
Wen Linyu opened his eyes. Before his vision regained clarity, he saw a slender white hand moving away from his face.
It turns out, the gentle touch in the dream was real after all.
An Li's hand hadn't pulled back in time and was suddenly grasped by Wen Linyu's hand.
An Li felt a bit shy.
Yet, Wen Linyu, with a concerned look, asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
The originally ambiguous moment was completely shattered by such words, with care outweighing everything.
An Li stared at him blankly and shook her head, "No."
