"I'm bleeding, I need to go..." She tried to leave in a panic.
"No need!" He tightened his grip around her arm, "This way I know I'm not dreaming."
"Zimo!" Staring into his eyes that were so close, Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to caress his face covered with droplets, "I love you!"
Then, she lifted her face to kiss his lips, and Leng Zimo responded eagerly.
On her shoulder, the wound was faintly aching - a blissful pain.
...
...
The next day, Luo Xiaoqian inevitably overslept.
Glancing at the clock on the table, the time was already pointing to half past ten. Turning around, not seeing Leng Zimo, she wasn't too surprised.
The company was going public soon, and Leng Zimo also personally dealt with many aspects of the movie business, plus the normal operations of the company... He had indeed been very busy lately.
By the pillow, her clothes had been prepared, with a note left on top written by him.
