Such happiness seemed unreal. Ye Qilan looked ahead, seemingly seeing Su Hongxing as light as a feather, running towards him.
He watched intently as her skirt fluttered in the breeze. A smile spread across his face, and he couldn't help but open his arms to her.
Until Su Hongxing ran into his arms, he held her tight, but it was nothing more than thin air...
Ye Qilan, like a man hit by a jolt of electricity, suddenly came back to reality. He glanced down, there's no Su Hongxing in his arms?!
He looked back again, only to see Su Hongxing sleeping peacefully on the bed. How could she possibly run towards him?
It must have been a hallucination.
Ye Qilan shook his head, feeling particularly strange. He returned to his bedroom, staring at Su Hongxing's sleeping face. The more he looked at her, the more unrealistic she seemed, and he couldn't help but poke her face.
The warm touch indeed belonged to Su Hongxing.