"I dreamed that I was holding you, and I also dreamed that you were lying by my side, gently looking at me. My hand had stroked your cheek, softly. And you didn't push me away, just gently looking at me..."
As Yuhuai described in detail, Sangzi's cheeks turned redder and redder, until they became as red as ripe apples.
"You... You..." Sangzi, at a loss for words, stuttered in reply, "That was just a dream... It wasn't real... You... Don't take it to heart..."
"I don't even know why I had such a dream, but it seems like I didn't hate the feeling in the dream at all... I even..."
Yuhuai suddenly stopped.
"You even... what?" Sangzi asked nervously.
"I even want to turn the dream into reality." Yuhuai gazed at Sangzi, candidly expressing the thoughts deep in his heart.
Perhaps it was the alcohol from the previous day influencing him, but at that moment, he had no desire to hide his true thoughts from Sangzi.
Sangzi was stunned; her brain couldn't process Yuhuai's words in time.