November 10, 2023, Friday, cloudy, -1~6℃.
Overnight, a cold wave swept in, enveloping the entire Yan City in a chill.
6:00 a.m.
Cheng Qiuyu woke up from sleep, staring blankly at the ceiling.
A faint blush slowly emerged on her face.
Last night, he appeared in her dream again.
Maybe it's because she's been considering moving lately.
This time, she actually found herself in Tang Song's home.
Strangely enough, even though she had never been to his house, everything seemed familiar in the dream.
Especially on that exceptionally soft, spacious bed.
Held tightly in his arms.
The real, heart-stirring sensation, even after waking up, still lingered vividly at the nerve endings.
After a long while, she slowly sat up from the bed.
As she lifted the quilt, a wave of coldness swept over, instantly refreshing her mind.
She picked up the phone beside her pillow and unplugged the charger.
She opened Little Red Book and clicked into that familiar account's homepage.
