Kou Lianyi's tears soaked the bed. She suddenly opened her sleepy eyes, sat down at her desk, and began to study ink with both hands. She seemed to have had another dream, but she couldn't remember much of the content, except that there was a familiar figure from behind. Ripple's hands paused while he was studying ink, and he suddenly felt confused about whether to laugh or cry. When did I start to worry so much about gains and losses? Was it after he left?
Ripple didn't dare to think about it anymore. Familiar faces always loom in my mind, and the memory is a little fuzzy, but it is so real. She picked up the pen and subconsciously wrote his name on the wrinkled rice paper.
"Shao Mingen."