Hearing these words, Leng Yu Yan was shocked.
Several lifetimes of love?
Does the one in the dream count?
Seeing her complexion change, Ye Yiheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Leng Yu Yan's lips slightly moved, "It's nothing."
How could she talk to him about the dreams? Not only was it difficult to voice, but it was also embarrassing. If she told him, who knows what he might think of her.
She looked up at him beside her; his eyebrows swept into his temples, his nose bridge high, his thin lips a faint pink, and in his starry eyes seemed to leap a startled swan.
This version of him was different from the ruthless one she saw in her dreams.
Though he looked the same, he strangely seemed more gentle at that moment.
However, she accurately caught a flash of teasing in his eyes, turning his gentle aura into something more roguish.
Leng Yu Yan sighed softly, how had the engagement date been set so suddenly?
