Indeed, daydreams turn into nighttime dreams.
Even though he knew it was all just a dream, He Xing couldn't help the upturn of his lips as he thought about the dream's details, and he couldn't resist the thought, "If only dreams were real."
But his smile was fleeting. He Xing immediately thought of Fu Han skiing in M Country at this very moment, feeling as if something was stuck in his heart, making breathing difficult.
He had already sent Fu Han several emails, but they were like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response. He had thought of reaching out to Fu Han through Bai Wei, but he didn't want their business to be everyone's business. In his heart, they hadn't broken up; Fu Han was just mad at him.
Once he took care of his affairs here, he would fly to her immediately; surely Fu Han would forgive him then.
