Qiao Ruoxin gazed at the man's broad back for a long time before she moved closer and embraced him from behind.
She felt the man's body stiffen for a second.
Then, Mo Chen turned around and pulled her into his arms, kissing her smooth, fair forehead lightly, and whispered to her, "Go to sleep, goodnight."
"Brother Mo Chen, are you really okay?"
"I'm fine."
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but soon she heard the man's even breathing.
Asleep?
It seemed he was indeed very tired. Perhaps he was still suffering from jet lag? Is that why he stopped all of a sudden?
It must be that...
Qiao Ruoxin also gradually drifted off into sleep, where she dreamed that the wedding dress was ready, stunningly breathtaking, and everyone in the dream was blessing their wedding.
The next morning.
With a sweet smile on her lips, she slowly opened her eyes, only to realize it had all been a dream.
The man beside her was nowhere to be seen.
