In her dreams, he appeared. It should have been something she could feel smug about.
But what on earth were the contents of those dreams?
It was either kicking him out or finding him annoying.
In her heart, it seemed he hadn't left even the slightest positive impression.
"Rui Hui Adolf, do you really hate me so much for hurting you?" Diwu Zexuan's fingers brushed across her brow, as though he were murmuring to himself, "But back then, I didn't even know you."
Meeting the right person at the wrong time, and failing to cherish them.
It was the trickery of fate.
Diwu Zexuan's gaze flickered briefly. As he looked at the woman nestled in his arms, his eyes gradually grew calm.
He had never regretted anything he'd done.
Even now, he still wouldn't.
...
Dan Hanjie's external injuries healed quickly.
Living a life where everything was handed to him, food and drink included, his mood couldn't have been better.
