Bai Yue woke up and opened her eyes all of a sudden, sitting up abruptly. It seemed like she had a dream last night, where Wang Yan was sitting beside her, holding her hand, stroking her face, and talking to her a lot. She couldn't remember what he had said, but she clearly remembered that it felt incredibly good, giving her a sense of security and restlessness she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Looking at the table in the room, still laid out with peanuts and bottles of alcohol and glasses, she felt a sigh of relief, realizing that she had probably been drunk last night, which led to the dream.
But this dream, it truly made her feel embarrassed.
Bai Yue wished she could slap herself. At her age, to still have such dreams.
She quickly got up, tidied up the things on the table into a cupboard, lest her sons come in later and criticize her for not focusing on more important tasks.
Once everything was neat, she headed out.
