Su Weiyi's heart relaxed a little, perhaps he sent this picture just because he found it curious that a cactus could bloom.
She put her phone aside, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Maybe because she had things on her mind, she quickly started dreaming. In her dream, a young man whose face she couldn't see clearly had a faint scent of mint on him.
His hands pressed hard on her shoulders, forcing her against the tree trunk. Su Weiyi felt as if her shoulders were about to be crushed by him, the pain was unbearable.
But the young man had no trace of tenderness or mercy. Soon, the mist before her eyes cleared, and the young man's tightly furrowed brows appeared before Su Weiyi.
Except for the slight frown, there wasn't any expression on his face. His eyes seemed to freeze into ice, his thin lips pressed into a line, silently and quietly staring at her.
After a long while, the young man released her, then his eyes grew colder, slowly retreating and disappearing into the night.
