Five days later, reality and dreams intersected.
They merged into one, never to be separated again.
Wei Jin had been in the secret room for a little less than an hour, doing nothing, just wistfully staring at Su Luo's sleeping face.
He really couldn't understand why, in that strange dream, he would become so foolish as to not cherish such a good woman and instead favor the scheming Bai Zi.
What was so good about that woman who was always sickly all day long? How could she compare to Su Luo's lively spirit?
Su Luo was like a small sun, radiating charm at every moment, making people feel warm all over as soon as they approached, addictive to the point of no return.
Even though she was just lying here quietly, unable to talk or interact, a sense of happiness still blossomed deep within Wei Jin's heart.
Just like that, staring at the sleeping Su Luo, he felt that he would never tire of looking at her in this life!
