His hand gently stroked my face, tenderly and meticulously wiping away my tears.
Maybe it was because I was too drunk, or maybe it was because his embrace gave me the deepest sense of security, I unknowingly fell asleep.
The next morning,
when I opened my eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.
I vaguely remembered last night it was Gu Yuanzhou who carried me into the bedroom.
How long had it been since I felt that way?
It was as beautiful as a dreamlike illusion.
But, if it was a dream, it felt too real!
I carefully recalled, I had touched his cheek, it seemed to be a problem.
I had leaned my head on his chest, I must have felt his heartbeat.
As I wahed my face, I kept going over the scenes from last night in my mind.
There were really details.
I picked up my phone and dialed Wenya's number,
"You know, I saw Gu Yuanzhou again last night!"
Wenya was still sleepy and yawning,
"Baby, did you wake me up this early just to tell me ghost stories?"
