That night, Han Yi slept very contentedly.
She had a beautiful dream...
In the dream, that child turned into a little angel, with white wings, flying down from the clouds into her arms.
She held tightly, and slowly, the little angel's face turned into Gong Yuling's smiling face.
The phone rang, and she fumbled, reaching under the pillow to bring the phone to her ear.
"Han Yi, it's me, how's the honeymoon going?"
Chi Xiaoyu's voice sounded.
Han Yi mumbled a response, "It's okay!"
"Sorry to bother you so early, but there's something I might need your help with..."
"What is it, tell me!"
Only then did Han Yi fully wake up, sitting up.
Looking at the digital clock on the table, it wasn't actually that early.
It was already eight in the morning, yet she slept so soundly and didn't wake up. It seemed last night was really wild.
