He was deeply gazing at her.
Mark Reed smiled and asked, "Why are you biting your hand? Doesn't it hurt?"
"I thought I was dreaming. Turns out it hurts when you bite."
Looking at the shallow teeth marks on her hand, a trace of sadness flashed through Valentine Teller's heart. Even if it's not a dream, she dared not indulge her feelings, constantly reminding herself to stay clear-headed, to be rational, and not act emotionally.
She had doubts about her feelings for him.
Perhaps what she doubted was herself, not believing she could be so fortunate to be loved by such an exceptional person.
Too unreal.
The story of Cinderella and the prince only happens in fairy tales, right?
"Silly, how could this be a dream?"
Mark Reed affectionately wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pressing her head against his chest. For a moment, he too thought it was a dream; wasn't this moment often the scene in dreams?
"Will you love me for a lifetime?"
