But fate was too cruel; it hardly gave him enough time to enjoy himself.
If possible, Ye Anqi really wished he could always be so genuinely himself...
Even if this was a fictitious world, she hoped he could live well.
"Qiqi..." Bei Jingshen suddenly opened his eyes, and upon seeing her standing by the bed, he immediately revealed a joyful smile.
"I just had a dream about you, you're just as beautiful as you were in it."
Ye Anqi sat down on the chair beside the bed.
"Mr. Bei, didn't you promise me you'd get better soon? It hasn't been that long, and you've lost weight again."
Bei Jingshen's eyes widened: "I've lost weight?"
"Yes."
"No problem, just consider it dieting."
But he was so thin he was practically all bones.
Ye Anqi changed the subject: "What did you dream about me?"
Bei Jingshen smiled: "I forgot the details, I only remember your face. Every time I dream of you, I forget what exactly happened upon waking up."