After telling Chi Jingxuan about the encounter with Qin Yuyan at the hospital, Qin Yuji put it out of her mind.
The next day, Chi Jingxuan ordered Qin Yuji to rest at home, while he lay on the bed with his laptop, looking like he was going to make sure she rested properly.
Amused and touched, Qin Yuji obediently took her medicine, snuggled up beside Chi Jingxuan, chatted with him for a while and then fell asleep.
When she woke up again, she saw Chi Jingxuan staring blankly at a hand-drawn sketch on his computer.
"What is that?"
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Qin Yuji asked curiously.
"Your wedding dress sketch..."
Speaking softly, Chi Jingxuan turned the laptop screen toward Qin Yuji, smiling and saying, "Do you like it?"
Although it was just a sketch, it already had a clear shape, and even the intricate lace edging on the back of the long dress was somewhat discernible.
For a moment, Qin Yuji's mind was in a whirl.
