Wen Zhi reached out to touch his face.
The moment her fingertips touched it, her face showed incredible astonishment, "Your face..."
She could feel his eyes, his nose, and his mouth, and this face, she seemed to have caressed countless times before.
"Wen Zhi." She called her name again.
Wen Zhi lifted her head and asked, "Who are you?"
The man didn't answer her, nor did he offer any explanation, but the dream shifted again. Wen Zhi, who had been shivering on the rooftop, was now lying in the warmth of a bed, still being bullied by the man.
"The wind on the rooftop is so cold, you've been blown by it for so long, have you still not woken up?"
"Or are you pretending not to recognize me?"
"Wen Zhi, after so long, you finally agreed to see me in a dream, I don't believe that over these months... you haven't thought of me at all?"
"But I missed you..."
The man held her and said a lot of things.
