She quietly said, "I don't know how to thank you enough."
But, what he needed wasn't her gratitude.
She stood up, walked to the windowsill, and casually touched the blooming narcissus, sighing softly, "For a long time, I thought I was done for, that I'd never be able to return to this room again in my life... Sometimes, I dream, dreaming of myself driving a Mercedes and partying with Xu Xiaoya... Sometimes..."
She paused, but continued candidly, "I also dream of you... I dream of you making roasted lamb chops for me here, dream of you sending me many messages, dream of you sitting beside the fountain in the park where we first met, with a pile of loose change at your feet..."
That was the first meeting between the rugged man and Yan Xixi.
He sat beside the fountain and was mistaken for a blind beggar by a group of old ladies.
