"Who disturbed who's dream?"
Ye Xueling turned her face away and tried her best to suppress a tear from the corner of her eyes.
It turned out that she had disturbed his dreams, but he didn't know that he had also disturbed hers.
"Jiang Yanche, if I can see you again, I would like to ask you so much. Why did you share all your past events with me, but only yourself with others."
Intention: a sudden whim