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He Tiantian felt as if she were drifting in a dreamy sea, unable to extricate herself.
He Tiantian slept soundly at night, and in her dreams, she carried a small basket on her back, picking a variety of fresh flowers on the flower-covered hillside to make floral teas.
While picking flowers, she sang.
"In March the partridges wander all over the mountains, in April the river flows everywhere, the tea-picking girls move along the tea mounts, with the tea songs soaring to the white clouds, yo hey yo, as the hares scurry over the slope..."
The joy in the dream also made the soundly-sleeping He Tiantian's lips curl up into a smile, and she even hummed out loud...
Even in the darkness of night, Huo Yingjie could still clearly see the expression on He Tiantian in his arms, guessing she was having a beautiful dream. He just wondered if he was in that dream?
