Qin Chen looked up at the ceiling and said faintly, " "I had a dream."
She clutched her head, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. "It was a very real dream."
"You don't need to tell me about your dream." Lan Yu's gaze was slightly cold.
With that, he lifted the blanket and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly.
Qin Chen was still lying there, holding his head.
It was very painful, very painful, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon, and his head was splitting.
Every time she tried to recall her lost memories, her head would hurt.
So she didn't want to think about it later, but last night's dream was so real that it touched a part of her memory.
she seemed to have thought of something else other than rong lei.
Those fragments, that person's tears
Who was the man who was lying on the bed without moving?
