"Hmm?"
Qiao Jing was stunned by the question, mainly because she hadn't expected Zhan Qipei to suddenly ask something like that.
Who was the man she married in her dream? She hadn't paid much attention to that.
She had been immersing herself in the warmth of her mother; why bother with this?
However, since Zhan Qipei had asked so suddenly, she instinctively tried to recall that dream.
In the dream, she was wearing a wedding dress, standing next to her was her husband.
The man was tall, with straight, long legs, and she looked up.
That face—
It was him!
Qiao Jing's pupils suddenly dilated, and ripples stirred in her heart.
Zhan Qipei had been watching Qiao Jing all along, so even the subtlest expressions on her face were captured by him.
"Who?" His voice was low and magnetic, hoarse.
Qiao Jing lightly arched her delicate brows, looking up at the man much taller than herself, the same height as in her dream.
"I don't remember."
She was lying!
