The next morning, when she opened her eyes, the room was already brightly lit.
It seemed that it was not early, Tushere brought in hot water and busied herself, but Shang Ruyi lay on the bed somewhat bewildered, unable to collect her thoughts for a long time.
Last night...
She instinctively reached out to touch herself, the sensation of being tightly embraced seemed to linger, yet on the bed, there was clearly only her.
Could it be a dream?
However, the sensation of those warm and solid arms in the dream was too real.
So real that it seemed to truly exist...
"Miss?"
Just as she felt a bit lost, Tushere's voice sounded beside her ear. Turning her head, she saw her standing by the bed, cautiously asking, "What are you thinking about?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi also asked herself, what was she thinking?
It was just a dream, what was there to think about?
So, she faintly shook her head.
