C283 Fate Made a Joke

That night, Jian Xi dreamed of that man again. Yes, the man who kept calling her "Sheng'er." He liked to wear a light blue shirt and always put on a worried face. There was gentleness between his eyebrows and a gentle breeze blew by. His soft short hair fluttered slightly.

Unlike the last time she had dreamt of Mu Shaogong's face, this time she could not see his face clearly again