The sky had not yet lightened when Liu Yiru awoke from a pleasant dream. Perhaps it was due to the "assistance" Ye Fei had provided her the night before, but she felt invigorated and refreshed.
The slight despondency that had clouded her mood the previous day, brought on by her innermost thoughts, had dissipated entirely.
Even when she recalled those thoughts now, she no longer felt the same sense of loss.
This change, she surmised, might be attributed to Ye Fei's actions last night, which had given her a glimpse of hope for the future.
Subconsciously, she had come to believe in the words he had spoken by the riverside.
However, Liu Yiru was now troubled by another matter.
It wasn't because Ye Fei, like the morning before, had wrapped his arms around her from behind and slipped his hand inside her blouse. After what had transpired the previous night, she no longer felt shy about this level of intimacy.
