The little woman sat up in a huff, turning her face away, clearly quite upset.
The man silently watched her.
The night outside the window surged, utterly silent.
After a long time without a response from the man, the little woman couldn't help but steal a glance back, frowning at him.
The man caught her gaze and suddenly smiled, his eyes full of doting affection, "Have you ever heard that dreams are the opposite of reality? You having such a dream shows that my loyalty to you is steadfast."
"What?" The little woman was momentarily confused, then pouted after a while, "Sweet-talking devil."
The man's mouth, deceitful ghost.
Hmph.
The man didn't say much more. He calmly took out the phone from his suit pocket, his porcelain-white, slender fingers swiping across the screen a few times before handing the phone to the little woman.
"What's this?" Su Ge looked at the roughly forty-minute recording displayed on the screen, giving the man a suspicious glance.
