The morning sun was shining brightly.
When Luo Qingzhou woke up, it was already nine in the morning.
Xiao Die waved her broom and ran around the courtyard, chasing away the chirping sparrows. She scolded softly, "Don't disturb Young Master's sleep!"
Luo Qingzhou only came back very late last night. The little girl's heart ached.
Luo Qingzhou had another dream last night.
He could still smell that familiar fragrance in his dream.
He dreamed of that hazy figure.
But the two of them did nothing. They simply hugged each other gently and lay there quietly, feeling each other's warmth.
Luo Qingzhou tried his best to open his eyes in his dream, wanting to see the other party's face clearly.
Unfortunately, he could not see anything.
In his dream, he vaguely remembered her kissing his neck. He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair.
At that moment, he seemed abnormally quiet and did not have any other thoughts.