At night, the sky was filled with stars.
It was already very late. Shen Min had already taken the last bus home.
Having decided to go to Shanghai, Shen Min was even more diligent in the pub tonight. At present, there were only draft beer, bamboo liquor, and red wine in the pub. There were not many things to do, but Shen Min seemed to be using up all her strength.
Seeing that, Yuan Zhou didn't say anything. Shen Min didn't mention the farewell banquet tonight. Perhaps she didn't know how to say it, or perhaps she felt it wasn't the right time yet.
In the middle of the night, Yuan Zhou, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly woke up.
The reason he woke up wasn't because of a nightmare, but because he thought of a possibility of the real perfume in his dream and quickly got up to verify it.
What one thought in the day, one would dream at night. Perhaps Yuan Zhou had been thinking during the day, so he naturally thought about it even in his dreams.
