Grace Ye had a dream. In the dream, Ethan Luo asked her again and again, is it so hard to be with him?
Mother Ye saw that she couldn’t sleep well, and her brow curled into a pimple. “Slightly, what’s wrong with you.”
Grace Ye was awakened, the sourness of his dream still swirling around his chest, and the light from the window penetrated through, “What time is it.”
“At half past nine, you have a dream.”
She thanked her for seeing her face look wrong, knowing that she was upset and tugged over the quilt to tuck her away: “Will you go to London to find Qingran to relax?”
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