"Pfft—"
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed, until Lu Fengxuan couldn't hold back any longer and let out a laugh with a burst of a snicker.
Yu Chiyin pressed his hand on the center of her forehead, sighing with exasperation and indulgence, "You, oh, you, I just can't win with you."
"Brother Ayin, I really had a dream."
Lu Fengxuan lay on his chest, pouting unhappily with a muffled voice,
"I dreamt that Uncle Xiaoshan wasn't my dad, but that you claimed me as your daughter to cover up for Ruan... for her."
"Then, I followed Uncle Xiaoshan back to acknowledge my relatives, but his family refused to recognize me. I was too proud and disagreeable to get along with them, so I just left them behind."
"Uncle Xiaoshan was very disappointed in me..."
She didn't continue her words, even without turning on the light, one could feel the immense sense of loss emanating from her.
That's why she pretended as if nothing had happened during the day.
