In the distance, the clouds bathed in a reddish-gold sunset, appearing like a long river through the gaps.
The roadside horns blared intermittently, and the evening breeze brought a hint of warm, moist air mixed with the subtle fragrance of the young girl in front of him.
Under the purplish sky, the willows swayed gently, and Liu Chaoyan's long dress fluttered slightly as she smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, offering a donut to Shen Mochen.
It seemed like a replica of the dream, the girl's face in the dream had never been so clear.
"I don't want it!"
Shen Mochen blurted out his refusal, his panicked yet firm demeanor catching everyone off guard. He instinctively thought about running away, but his legs wobbled, and he ended up standing still.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know Shen was so averse to donuts; it was my oversight…"
