The night passed by, but Qiao Yin did not sleep well.
She had dreamed about Lu Lingche again.
This time the dream was even more absurd. She dreamt that Lu Lingche and Lan Yuyi had eight children, and the couple insisted that she bless their children and even name them, which grossed her out.
After waking up, she rinsed her forehead harshly with cold water, hoping to clear her head so that she'd stop having such outlandish dreams.
Her mobile phone rang, she answered it, only to hear Lu Yanxi's rushed voice: "Second Sister-in-law, have you divorced my Second Brother? Why did I receive a wedding invitation from Second Brother and Lan Yuyi? They are holding their wedding tonight!"
"We haven't divorced."
Lu Yanxi was extremely surprised: "You haven't divorced? Then why are they holding a wedding? Has... has my Second Brother lost his mind? Is he really this desperate to marry Lan Yuyi?"
Qiao Yin gave a bitter laugh: "I also don't know what's going on. It's probably true love."