Life was like a dream, a dream was like life.
For Xiao Jinghuan, the ups and downs of his life were like a roller coaster. The curve was too big, and he felt like he was in a dream.
On the plane.
Xiao Jinghuan closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head resting on Jin Changning's shoulder.
Jin Changning was reading some documents. When he turned his head to look, he saw that her hair was hanging down. Her lips were red, and her face was also red. The more he looked at her, the more charming she became.
It seemed like a long time ago that they were sitting on the same plane together. She had one when she was thirteen or fourteen, and then she had none. At this moment, when he saw her obediently sticking to the side, his heart was filled with gratitude, as if he had returned to the past.
Xiao Jinghuan had a dream.
She returned to the past in her dream.
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What was Xiao Jinghuan's biggest dream when he was fifteen?
