The yacht sailed for more than ten minutes before stopping. All around them was the sea and the seagulls. The boat was rocking slightly.

"Liu Yuhan, who are you?" Huo Dong suddenly said this while sitting next to the quiet Liu Yuhan.

"Why did you suddenly appear in my dream? What a bizarre dream! Was that man him again?" God knows his heart has never been so confused.

"I am who I am. And you... Huo Dong, do you believe in fate?"

"I don't know. I'm an atheist."

"I was once like that. Just think of it as a dream. In the dream, your name is Huo Dong, your courtesy name is Yanping, and you are my husband, Liu Yuhan. We have known each other for 15 years, been married for ten, and we love each other dearly. We have four children together. A pair of twins, a boy and a girl, and twins."

"You have a red birthmark below your waist and abdomen, and a black mole on the sole of your foot, right? Your most sensitive parts are your ears and waist."

"You..." Huo Dong was speechless.

Liu Yuhan turned around and held his face with both hands.

"Do you know now why I lost my composure when I saw you that day? Yan Ping, you may think that I was just teasing you, but, for so many days and nights, we were once so clear, how can you expect me to..."

Liu Yuhan's tears flowed silently again. She held his face, traced his facial features with her hands, leaned forward gently and kissed his lips, so carefully.

Huo Dong was deeply shocked, his heart beating as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He held the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other, intensifying the kiss. The two kissed passionately, as if they were already familiar lovers.