Wen Zhi closed the door of the room, and looked down at the Buddha Beads on her wrist. She had indeed dreamed about him last night.
And it was a deeply satisfying dream.
She raised her hand to cover her face.
She dared not think about how embarrassed she would be if Shang Hexing knew she was dreaming about him in such a way in her dreams. She probably wouldn't even be able to lift her head.
She hoped he would never find out!
...
The weather wasn't great today.
It had started raining from midnight, and by eight in the morning, it had not yet stopped, drizzling incessantly, which was distressing to look at.
Chong Wanyin looked at the rain outside the window, put down her utensils, and frowned, "The weather forecast in Lin City really does as it pleases."
Wen Zhi had just finished breakfast and was holding a cup of hot tea, "Maybe it's because the White Lady and Xu Xian are meeting today."
Chong Wanyin let out a chuckle, "Zhizhi, since when did you become so humorous."
