1243. Too small a chest, would he dislike it?
Mu Shaojing calculated the days, raising an eyebrow and speaking casually, "It's not really that long, just two or three months."
"Three months?"
On Lin Guanguan's flawless and delicate face, a look of astonishment flitted across.
In truth, she knew she had been in a deep sleep.
She was immersed in a beautiful dream she had woven for herself.
During her slumber, she had replayed the scenes of meeting, getting to know, and falling in love with Mu Shaojing from start to finish.
In it, there were no deceitful parents, no unscrupulous Muh Ziyang, no abortions, no false accusations.
The two of them lived happily and blissfully together.
She even had a child with him in the dream.
In the dream, she was just so happy, so happy she didn't want to wake up, didn't want to face the harsh reality.
She simply hadn't expected that this sleep would last three whole months.
