Ling Limu had a very, very long dream.
In the dream, he returned to the year when he was 18 years old. He had just come of age and was in the south middle school. One day, a junior who had shocked the entire school turned around.
In the vast sea of people, he looked back and saw Fu Xiyao’s beautiful face..
Ling limu slowly opened his eyes. It was already the morning of the next day. The bright morning light shone in through the layers of gauze curtains. The room was gorgeous and warm.
He turned over and wanted to hug that soft and lovely person, but there was nothing around him. Fu Xiyao was no longer there.
Ling limu quickly sat up. There was a note on the bedside table. On the note was a row of small, beautiful words -- hubby, I’m leaving first.
Fu Xiyao left it for him.
She left first.
Ling Limu’s dark eyes were filled with tenderness. He lifted the blanket and got off the bed. He came to the bathroom counter and looked at himself through the mirror.
