The next morning, the sunlight of the southern city shone slowly through the window, gently covering the two people on the huge princess bed.

Nan Sheng was still fast asleep. Her delicate and lovely face was as white as porcelain. Even under the sunlight, there were no flaws, only fine white downy hairs.

Yin Han held Nan Sheng in his arms and watched her like that all night, one of his hands still firmly holding hers, making for a beautiful scene.

Yang Silin carefully walked to the corner and saw this scene, then quietly retreated.

Finally, Nan Sheng slowly opened her eyes.

The ceiling that came into view was all too familiar to her. Nan Sheng's mind was still stuck on the time when she and Su Chuanlin went to punish those men.

She slowly turned her head, as if thinking of something or sensing something, and looked up.

What immediately caught the eye was a profile as handsome as a god.

"Yin Han!" It really was her; she had dreamt of him.

He is so gentle, both in my dreams and in reality.

Nan Sheng was very excited and was about to get up when Yin Han tightened his arms around her: "Sheng Bao, don't move, I'm here."

Because Nan Sheng was focused on how Yin Han ended up there, she didn't notice the change in Yin Han's voice at all.

Nan Sheng almost cried: "Han Baobao, I miss you..."

Yin Han didn't answer. Instead, he gently lifted her chin, lowered his head, and kissed the lips he had longed for.

P.S.: Ahhhhh, I'm here! Remember to add it to your bookshelf, and if you see a suitable book you're looking for, please recommend it to Wendy. Please help me out!