Such a Realistic Dream

"Goodbye, Shen Luo'an."

There was an indescribable coldness in the voice along with an overwhelming sense of loathing, Shen Luo'an has been very familiar with this tone for a long time now.

The voice was low and exceptionally stark in the night.

Shen Luo'an woke up from his dreams with a start and immediately turned aside to look at Shen Manting.

Shen Manting was very quiet, it was as if the voice that he had heard just now was merely a hallucination.

He gently embraced Shen Manting beside him, his heart still pounding heavily in his chest.

However, his heart also felt increasingly empty.

As if Shen Manting could sense Shen Luo'an's touch and embrace, she leaned in closer to his chest.

Shen Luo'an held Shen Manting in his arms and pinched the soft flesh that had grown around her waist in the recent half a month. He could not help but call out softly, "Manting."

His voice was very soft and it was quivering slightly.