Gu Jiahui had fallen asleep and was dreaming.
He dreamt of early November at Huishi High School, on the rooftop of the student union building, surrounded by potted autumn chrysanthemums, with him and Sheng Tang sitting under a big umbrella.
He reached out, wiped Sheng Tang's lips with his finger, and then touched his own lips.
Now he was already a grown man, considering his status and the wealth his father had given him, combined with the vast fortune he had earned using that wealth, he should have had several romantic relationships.
He was handsome, wealthy, and gentle, countless women threw themselves at him, but he avoided them all.
To this day, he had never been in love with anyone.
His only kiss with a girl was actually with Sheng Tang—a slightly plump Sheng Tang.
Moreover, it wasn't even a real kiss.
"President Gu?" The driver called him for the third time, his voice a bit louder, and Gu Jiahui finally woke up.
