Lin Qian had a dream.
In that dream, Li Zhicheng was working in his study. She made him a cup of hot tea and when she put it on his desk, he reached out his hands and dragged her into his arms. This was such a familiar scene, which had happened so many times in the past year that she smiled during her sleep.
Suddenly, they went to the bed, with Li Zhicheng's body pressing from above, and all she could see was the contour of his body. He murmured, "Lin Qian, only death could do us apart."
Lin Qian opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. They were in the resort in Taiwan, and the sun was blazing outside. It was still daytime, so she wondered why she would have such a strange dream. Li Zhicheng would never say anything so sensational as "Only death could do us apart". Even if he wanted to express that sentiment, he would say it in a mighty way, "No chance I will let go a person that I trade with my heart."
