Gu Zheng fell into deep thought. He remembered that Qiao Xi was afraid of water, so she hated everything related to water. However, the Qiao Xi in his dreams was not afraid of water.
He turned his head and looked at Qiao Xi's side profile. She was staring seriously at the wind chime. There were a lot of shells on it. She flicked the wind chime, and the shells collided with each other, making rustling sounds. It was indeed very ordinary and nothing special, but Qiao Xi held the wind chime in her hand and inexplicably felt close to it as if she had once liked this wind chime very much.
A thought flashed through her mind. In an instant, Qiao Xi could not remember if it was a dream or if it really happened. She seemed to have liked this wind chime when she was young, but why did she suddenly have a dream about it? In the dream, Gu Zheng was holding the exact same wind chime in his hand.
After a long silence, Gu Zheng asked softly, "Did you buy it?"
