"Chi An, my name..." Yan Zhen wanted to reach out and grab her, but she suddenly disappeared.
"Chi An!"
Yan Zhen woke up with a start, and his deep eyes suddenly opened.
After a while, Yan Zhen came to his senses, propped himself up with his hands, got out of bed and walked towards the oil painting beside the bed. He stretched out those slender and impure-free hands, which were slightly cold, as if there was no temperature, which was chilling, and touched the woman on the oil painting.
"I dreamed of you again..." Yan Zhen chuckled.
Intention: love