"Hmm." Mark Reed looked at the elated Valentine Teller, seemingly infected by her joy, a smile gradually appearing on his face.
"Nian Nian will be here soon."
"That's great, that's great!"
Valentine Teller couldn't contain her excitement.
It really felt like a dream come true.
Mark Reed instinctively reached out his hand and pulled Valentine Teller beside him, saying, "Why are you still like a child, jumping around."
"Hehe." Valentine Teller stuck out her tongue sheepishly, "I'm just so happy."
Mark Reed stared at her blankly as fragments of buried memories surged into his mind.
The vague figure that only appeared in dreams became increasingly clear, finally merging with the woman in front of him.
Valentine...
He called her name purely out of instinct.
Tightly grasping Valentine Teller's hand, Mark Reed closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the past.
Memories and dreams intertwined, leaving him a bit confused.
Unable to distinguish what's reality and what's memory.
