That dream she had of Yun Mo kissing her felt so real. It was like the gentle touch of a feather in the spring breeze, so genuine. Qiao Xiaon'an, watching the cloud-like curtains flutter in the morning breeze coming in from the window, questioned whether Yun Mo had actually been here. If not, then why was the window open? Besides, who else could have applied medication to her burn?
Even though Qiao Xiaon'an wasn't certain, she wondered whether Yun Mo's real intention was to kiss her while he was treating her wound.
She felt a surprisingly pleasing thrill at the thought.
Getting up early in the morning, she noticed her cheeks were flushed.
She pondered, if Yun Mo had truly kissed her, then maybe, just maybe, he didn't despise her as much?
She now found herself caring about his opinion of her, a drastic change from her indifference when they were mistakenly regarded as married.
La-la-la, la-la-la...
Her spirits, incredibly high.
