Song Yaoyao fell into a deep sleep and had a series of weird dreams. One moment, she saw her parents and her brother, the next moment, she saw Huo Yunque.
As they mixed in her mind, she almost thought they were from the same world.
When she woke up, the tears in her eyes had dried.
She rubbed her eyes and heard some birds flying outside.
Song Yaoyao walked over and opened the curtains and the window.
In the distance, she saw a slender figure holding onto a broom, sweeping up the fallen leaves.
After the rain, the ginkgo and maple shedded a lot onto the ground. The more they fell, the colder the weather felt.
"Huo Qi?"
Song Yaoyao scratched her head as she leaned out the window. "Hey, Huo Qi!"
Huo Qi, who was sweeping the floor, lifted his gaze. He saw the girl at the window, dressed in a set of pink and white pajamas, looking particularly cute.
"Huo Qi, why are you sweeping today? Where's everyone else?"