Xu Xiangyang felt like he had just had a dream.
But when he groggily got up from bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw that girl with her hair tied in a tail, wearing an apron, briskly walking past him with bowls and chopsticks in hand, he realized very clearly:
He had already grasped that dream firmly in his own hands.
...
Xu Xiangyang stood by the doorframe, quietly watching for a while, until Lin Xingjie, humming a cheerful tune and carrying warm soy milk, passed by the table for the second time and finally noticed him.
She stopped, turned her charming, smiley face toward him, and asked curiously,
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
Xu Xiangyang scratched his head, feeling his mind was functioning slowly and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He managed to get out the words,
"Why did you get up so early today?"
"Hehe, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to make breakfast. You woke up just in time."
"Won't you be too tired?"
