The night was dark and the moon was bright in the sky. Beside the mahogany bed, Shangguan Xun gently stroked the hair of the person beside him with his hands, his eyes and movements were intimate. Everything seemed so real, yet so illusory. Shangguan Xun sighed softly and tried to withdraw his hand. Unexpectedly, she was grabbed by the hand of a sleeping person. She was slightly surprised, and the next second she was pulled into the trap by that person.
Shangguan Xun was shocked and annoyed, and wanted to get up, but saw that the man was still sleeping in his dream. These actions were all subconscious actions on his part, and he couldn't help but feel his eyes turn red. Lying quietly and peacefully in the man's arms, I couldn't help but recall all the past, and the memories that had been dusty for many years slowly opened up...