Shen Qinghan licked her lips, a look of complete satisfaction on her face as she said with a smile,
"You might not believe it, but I dreamed that after we graduated from university, we had a cute daughter. When it came to naming our daughter, we couldn't agree and got into a dispute, arguing about getting a divorce."
"Your dream is just outrageous."
Lin Zichen listened and found himself at a loss for words.
Shen Qinghan: "Indeed, it's outrageous. The divorce was actually initiated by me. Afterward, I spent every day at home washing my face with tears, but I was too stubborn to give in, even though I'm not that kind of person in reality."
Lin Zichen: "That's how dreams are, full of bizarre elements. The plot never follows logic."
Shen Qinghan sat up on the bed, took Lin Zichen's arm, and said, "Exactly, there's no logic at all. In real life, I would never argue about divorcing you. As for our daughter's name, I would let you decide entirely."
