The familiar scent of perfume wafted to her nostrils just like that.
Xu Chaomu hadn't worn high heels and seemed just a tad shorter than Zhou Ran. She slightly lifted her eyelids, and her lips trembled ever so slightly.
It felt as if there was always something stuck in her throat, rendering her speechless.
However, Zhou Ran, accustomed to seeing the world, was the first to speak, "Chaomu."
Zhou Ran's voice was clear and elegant, always comfortable to the ear, but Xu Chaomu felt far from comfortable inside.
Xu Chaomu bit her lip, biting until it hurt, only then did she realize that all of this was real.
The Zhou Ran standing right in front of her was indeed real, not the Zhou Ran who had appeared numerous times in nightmares over the past five years.
Yes, she had many nightmares over these five years.
She would dream of Bai Man telling her word for word, "Xu Chaomu, your mother was killed by Shen Chi's mother."
