"I——"
Wen Qingyu's eyes suddenly sparked with immense brilliance as he came to his senses. His gaze locked onto Su Zhiruan, and for a moment, he seemed to lose the power of speech, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"It's possible," Su Zhiruan replied with a sly smile, her dimples showing. She put down her glass, "Maybe when you wake up later, you'll find all this has been a dream."
"Don't say that, then I'd rather not wake up," Wen Qingyu watched her place the glass on the coffee table and then slowly approached Su Zhiruan, "All this really is like a dream, actually, these words should be coming from me."
Wen Qingyu knew his feelings for Su Zhiruan weren't simple. Maybe, he didn't even know since when, he had developed affection for her. However, from his observations, it seemed Su Zhiruan did not harbor such thoughts. She lived a carefree life each day, without a hint of romantic intentions or anything else.
