Yao Ziyan stared at Luo Chuan with a solemn expression, pondering the matter of the age gap between herself and him. The slight furrow in her brow soon relaxed.
She extended a hand and gently caressed Luo Chuan's cheek.
Leaning forward slightly, she softly embraced the still-unconscious owner before her.
"I love you most. We have to stay together forever..."
Luo Chuan had a dream.
He could not quite remember how the dream had begun. Most people had probably experienced this: they clearly remembered dreaming at night, yet the memories of what had happened vanished like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
Luo Chuan's only impression was that it had been a wonderful dream.
However, the end of the dream had not been so pleasant. He felt rather stuffy, as though he could barely breathe.
"Mm..."
As if sinking into the deep sea, Luo Chuan struggled for a long while before finally waking and returning to reality. Just as in his dream, something was indeed burying his face.
It was warm and soft, carrying a faint, pleasant fragrance that was just right and not overpowering.
Luo Chuan had to exert some effort before he could finally breathe fresh air. Opening his eyes, he saw the scene before him.
He met Yao Ziyan's gaze.
The girl blinked, her deep-purple eyes as pure as glazed crystal, seemingly capable of reflecting a person's very heart.
"Ah!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Yao Ziyan let out a small cry. Almost instinctively, she retreated backward until she reached the edge at the head of the bed.
Her head hung low, her face flushed and her gaze wandering. With both hands resting on her knees, she knelt there primly.
"G-good morning, Luo Chuan."
"Morning..."
Luo