"The Long Song of Tender Morning" wrapped up smoothly, and Cheng Weiyue returned to Jingcheng a week later.
Zhou Jingwei was waiting for her at the entrance of Rainbow Media, dressed in a gray trench coat, his smile cultured and faint.
As the year-end approached, the city already had a bustling vibe.
Cheng Weiyue left her suitcase to one side, her eyes smiling as she quickly ran toward the man who was waiting in place.
Zhou Jingwei held her firmly in his embrace, his voice tender and husky by her ear, "Little Yueliang, welcome home."
His voice was so familiar that it made Cheng Weiyue's heart feel inexplicably warm and soft.
She silently hugged him tighter. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the company's entrance, she murmured, "I missed you, Zhou Jingwei. I dreamt of you last night."
It sounded like a playful whine. Zhou Jingwei curved his lips, affectionately nuzzling the tip of her ear with his nose as he casually asked, "What did you dream about me?"
