"Are you very sad?" Luo Xiaoqian noticed the depth in his eyes, "I'm sorry..."
They used to be so in love, yet she doesn't remember him at all now; he must be very sad, right?
"No, Xiao Qian, don't apologize to me. There's no need for apologies between us. I know this isn't your choice..." Leng Zimo gently held her face, his eyes full of pampering, "Actually, you do remember me, don't you?"
"I've dreamt of you."
Luo Xiaoqian whispered, and after speaking, her face suddenly flushed.
There were mainly two kinds of dreams she had: one where she could see a distant figure playing the piano, but couldn't see his face clearly, and another where she was very close to him, doing the most intimate things, yet still unable to see his face.
The only time she clearly saw him, it was his disguised appearance.
Thinking about those things, Luo Xiaoqian felt a sense of shyness and dared not look at him directly, only slightly lowering her eyes.
